Из альбома: Memoirs of an Imperfect Angel
M-I-M-I M-I-M-I
O, O, OK
O, O, OK
M-I-M-I M-I-M-I
OK
O, O, OK
O, O, OK
I thought I'd be with you but you never tried to holler
We can spend a couple milli [? ]
Boy hit your horn [beep beep], I'll follow
Have you up in my driveway by tomorrow
Sexually, I know you want to hit it like the lotto
And after that, we can ketchup like tomato
We can make love [? ] in the grotto
Fresh off the jet, got the men they screaming bravo
Steppin' in my Jimmy Choo's
Yeah, I got it all cute for you baby
Nothin' like them other girls
I would never be rude to you baby
Can't wait, just say
That you wanna be more than just friends
Boy, I'm a love you until the end, the end, the end, the end, the end
(More Than Just Friends)
Boy, I'm a love you until the end, the end, the end, the end, the end
(More Than Just Friends)
Boy, until the end
Boy, you got me all mixed up like Cerrato
You got me spinnin' round, boy you're like a little model
Spare the peanut boy, you're like the fries at McDonalds
I wanna be all on your lips like gelato (ice cream)