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You were with him so damn long,
That his name grew on your tongue,
And you know no wrong in his eyes,
‘Cause his stare gives you butterflies.

But baby,
That's gotta change.

You tell me you love me him for always,
By phone, but get subtle face to face;
Baby, he changed after love found him,
‘Cause you built your world around him.

But lady,
That seems strange.

I won't make you cry,
Like we did over the phone;
I just want you to sigh,
Like you do after you moan,
So just…

Put your hand in mine.

All the arguing is not called for,
‘Cause you deserve so much more;
Even if you live with that man,
Why stare, if he doesn't understand?

But boo,
You aint stayin'

This is the very end of your pain,
As I relieve with kisses uncontained;
I see that he is not here right now
To pause us from being together anyhow.

But boo,
I aint playin'

I won't make you cry,
Like we did over the phone;
I just want you to sigh,
Like you do after you moan,
So just…

Put your hands in mine,
And let me be the one,
To caress your body fine.

So just…

Lay down for a massage,
And kisses down the neck;
Sètaprèmidi, ou muen mataj.

So just…

Relax your mind into the zone,
Touch me in ways a lady feels
On a man after unplugging a phone.

So just…

Kiss me back when I kiss you,
And take off your clothes,
Because I truly have missed you.

So just…

…just

Put your hand in mine.