And They Thought She Couldn't...

Chapter 2

When my mother came home she didn't say a word to me after I told her what happened. I expected that look on her face. I did. But to have her look at me like she did made me feel bad. So after she went to sleep I snuck out to the one place I felt no one would look at me like my mother did, Joseph 's studio. Joseph is my third boyfriend in my life. He's taller than me, with light brown eyes, broad shoulders and a winning smile. He has his mother's name tattooed on his left arm as a reminder of her. She died in a car wreck last summer. He never knew his dad so off to Foster care it was. He was then adopted by his Aunt. He calls her Auntie Momma. Anyway, I walked in and ran into his arms. He gave me a hug and kissed my forehead.

"Wanna record something, love?" I smiled at his British accent. Um, yes he is Britain.

"Of course,"I said copying his accent.

I walked into the Booth and grabbed sheet music.

Pull up your pants (just like 'em)

Take out the trash (just like 'em)

Gettin' your cash like 'em

Fast like 'em

Girl, you wanna act like he did (I'm talkin' 'bout)

Security codes on everything

On vibrate so your phone don't ever ring

Joint account and another one he don't know about (hey)

Wish we could switch up the roles and I could be that

Tell you I love you, but when you call, I never get back

Would you ask them questions like me, like where you be at?

'Cause I'm out, four in the morning on the corner, rolling, doing my own thing

What if I, had a thing on the side

Made you cry?

Would the rules change up or would they still apply?

If I played you like a toy

Sometimes I wish I could act like a boy

Can't be getting mad what, you mad?

Can't handle that

Can't be getting mad what, you mad?

Can't handle that

Girl, go ahead and be (just like 'em)

Go run the streets (just like 'em)

Go home, missin' sleep like 'em, creep like 'em

Front wit' your friends

Act hard when you wit' 'em, like 'em

Keep a straight face when you tell a lie

Always keep an airtight alibi

Keep it hid in the dark

What he don't know won't break his heart (hey)

Wish we could switch up the roles and I could be that

Tell you I love you, but when you call, I never get back

Would you ask them questions like me, like where you be at?

'Cause I'm out, four in the morning on the corner, rolling, doing my own thing

Can't be getting mad what, you mad?

Can't handle that

Can't be getting mad what, you mad?

Can't handle that

Can't be getting mad what, you mad?

Can't handle that

Can't be getting mad what, you mad?

Can't handle that

If I was always gone

Let the sun beat me home (Would you like that?)

I told you I was with my crew when I knew it wasn't true if I act like you

Walked a mile off in your shoes (Would you like that?)

Messing with your head again

Dose of your own medicine

Can't be getting mad what, you mad?

Can't handle that

Can't be getting mad what, you mad?

Can't handle that

Can't be getting mad what, you mad?

Can't handle that

Can't be getting mad what, you mad?

Can't handle that

R-A, go, here's the clutch

If I paged you (Would you like that?)

Had friends (Would you like that?)

Never call (Would you like that?)

No, no, you wouldn't like that, no!

What if I, made you cry? Would they still apply?

What if I, if I played you like a toy

Sometimes I wish I could act like a boy

I sang that song and everybody which washer gasped.

"What" I asked.

Joseph pointed to a man who I automatically realized who it was.

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