I was Mr. Squeaky clean never was I obscene,
Oh I found me a woman that I could keep,
Then I began to feel weak I started to lose sleep,
All these other girls made me offers that put me off track,
Why do women do this last month I weren’t top of there list,
They always want what is taken,
Oh girl you must be mistaken its hearts that are breaking,
I don’t want this at all.

Oh hunny I’m not single,
I don’t wanna mingle,
I don’t wanna have intimacies,
Too many conspiracies can mess up my relationship.

'Use me bad boy treat me like a slut,
Use me bad boy if you have the guts,
Shake me break me in two,
I don’t want anybody I want you,
I can go all night if you wanted,
On the bed or on your car bonnet,
Use me pretend I’m your lass if you must,
It’s a dangerous game this thing called lust.'

Make the wrong move here and I bet I’m dead,
Space may well be the final frontier,
But I say it’s what’s inside a woman’s head,
Oh I don’t wanna step on the cracks I don’t wanna be misled.

Oh I had to think quickly,
Before she made fish food of me,
I had to turn back and say no,
Say sorry babe I’ve gotta go,
This thing aint my show,
Oh temptation is a mother,
Hookers and the other,
Lookers’ aint got a clue how to treat a woman right.

Gaz illionaire

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