Oh I been watching you for so long
Don't wanna git you on the telephone
Just wanna gitcha, gitcha to my home
So I can gitcha, gitcha all alone

You better believe it
There's so much shit on the radio
I close my eyes to the music
Right now none of it turns me on
Kylie Minogue won't take my calls
I need to sell a few more records
My friend Matt just wrote the hook
He'll be here in a few more seconds, yeah yeah

Oh I been watching you for so long
Don't wanna git you on the telephone
Just wanna gitcha, gitcha to my home
So I can gitcha, gitcha all alone

You better believe it
There's so much sex on my MTV
I can shake my ass to the music
But there ain't no videos on
Nobody climax and they're faking
I need to channel this frustration
All this tease and no release
But I'm glued to the station, yeah yeah

Oh I been watching you for so long
Don't wanna git you on the telephone
Just wanna gitcha, gitcha to my home
So I can gitcha, gitcha all alone

Okay! Everyone listen!
I need complete uninterrupted attention
Lately I've learned a few hard lessons
Right now I could use some kissing
Here we go...
Umm, you know that I been waiting so long


Oh I been watching you for so long
Don't wanna git you on the telephone
Just wanna gitcha, gitcha to my home
So I can gitcha, gitcha all alone


Lyrics submitted by elance

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