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If I was a man I think you'd understand
You would respect goodbye
But instead you prey and think it is okay
Don't hang around get lost.
Pieces of your ammunition are caught
At this time I feel like love has no business with me
He needs to stop knocking, because I'm not open.
At least not for the likes of Him.
I don't want his money or his fancy cars,
All I want is you
There's not a thing that I want more
Like the rain to a crop
Like the beat to a bop
I need you can't believe you've got me wrapped up
Sewn up like a milliner's shop