Sweet, sweet hold you gently have over me
Caught me with your eyes and lips like sweet honey
Too bad I'll never know how sweet the honey tastes
Cause the average girl simply won that race
Well that embrace you kept on giving me
Left me hanging wanting more when you broke free
Bet shes sweet but not as sweet as I could've been
Girls like her come and go like the boring wind
But I'm the type that stays
With your heart and my heart in many different ways
I call you making sure that you're alright in the day or in the middle of the night
Sorry if that isn't good enough
Confusion has become a little rough
And I'll be on you like the clothes you wear
And run my fingers through your curled gelled hair
But for now I'll let the race be won by the girl without a boy at home
Hands so purple
From the knuckle aches
It's cause they
Create fragile hearts to break
But a player, soon will see that
His karma goes bad
When the girl that he wants
Stabs him in the back
But I'm the type that stays
With your heart and my heart in many different ways
I call you making sure that you're alright in the day or in the middle of the night
Sorry if that isn't good enough
Confusion has become a little rough
And I'll be on you like the clothes you wear
And run my fingers through your curled gelled hair
But for now I'll let the race be won by the girl without a boy at home
