Whoa Nelly
I'm yo felly
I'm like a bird
Feeding off yo word
Turn off the light
And watch me glow
Let your lips give me sight
To that shit on the radio
Loose, loose
I'm powerless
Caboose, caboose
I want to try the rest
I ain't saying you promiscuous
I know you ain't no whore
I'm transformed by your folklore
You're a Maneater
My forca is sweeter
I try to hold my love for you in
These broken strings don't sin
Your girlfriend in the city
Tells you to look at me with pity
But I say it right, won't pretend
All good things come to an end
Me and you, are in God's hands
Meet in the parking lot, our bands
Our spirits still indestructible
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