Al B Sure - Off On Your Own lyrics

Woo
Don’t hit me too hard
Oh, yeah
Give it to me, give it to me
Give it to me, to me, to me, woo

All alone you get off on your own, girl
All alone you get off on your own
All alone you get off on your own, girl
Girl, girl, girl

All alone you get off on your own, girl
All alone you get off on your own
All alone you get off on your own, girl
Girl, girl, girl

Don’t you leave me standin’ here
What is it, you feel no fear
Let me make it up to you, my dear
I’m all alone
Sittin’ right here by the phone
My heart is broken now, believe me, girl, ooh

Wait, wait, you’ll see
You’ll get used to me
I know you’ll love me, girl (If you give me a chance)
I’m all alone
Sittin’ right here by the phone
My heart is broken now, believe me, girl, ooh

All alone you get off on your own, girl
All alone you get off on your own
All alone you get off on your own, girl
Girl, girl, girl

All alone you get off on your own, girl
All alone you get off on your own
All alone you get off on your own, girl
Girl, girl, girl

I wanna know What’s On Your Mind
You’re back here runnin’ the same old line
You love me and you care (Whatever)
I’m all alone
Sittin’ right by the phone
My heart is broken now, believe me, girl
Please come home

Whatever
Is there something wrong with you
Or is there something wrong with me
Tell me something
Do I not look good enough for you
Or maybe, baby, you just look too good for me
Don’t sweat yourself
On the strength

All alone you get off on your own, girl
All alone you get off on your own
All alone you get off on your own, girl
Girl, girl, girl

All alone you get off on your own, girl
All alone you get off on your own
All alone you get off on your own, girl
Girl, girl, girl

You make me so mad
That you want to be on your own
I waited for so long, I waited by the phone
All of a sudden you want me back

Ha-ha
What’s up with that, you got me on hold
What do you think you dope on a rope
Nope
What am I supposed to sweat you
You’re supposed to just run all over me
Zero on the strength
Yo’, Scott, it ain’t hard to tell, right, huh

All the brothers grab a girl and get out your seat
And rock to the rhythm of this funky beat
My name is Al B. Sure!
Rock to the rhythm, the rhythm, the rhythm of the funky beat

All alone, my girl
Oh, hey, no, no, no, no, no, no

All alone you get off on your own, girl
All alone you get off on your own
All alone you get off on your own, girl
Girl, girl, girl

All alone you get off on your own, girl
All alone you get off on your own
All alone you get off on your own, girl
Girl, girl, girl