I know we're in deep
but your sex: fucking cheap.
I'm better off with the magazines oh yeah.
I think it's time that you know you're packing your shit.
It's time to get up and go don't let the door hit
your ass baby on the way out.

Do you feel like I do?
I need a lover who's down with the freaky shit.
Yeah, love is for the weekend.
I need a real woman.

I know we're in deep
but your shit's fucking weak.
I'm better off with my fantasies oh yeah.
I'll watch the one's on my screen least they get made up.
You let yourself go and I don't think the pills help now
your ass baby's on the way out.

Do you feel like I do?
I need a lover who's down with the freaky shit.
Yeah, love is for the weekend.
I need a real woman.


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