If you wanna be my baby, Then try another maybe, I wouldn't wait for the last chance to dance. You want me for the money, And shout ist out, which honey, I wouldn't move you if you would run away. Look up my file, I'm not a lier, I'm not good in talking but one thing I can say. Look up my file, I'm not a lier, I wouldn't mess with god to trust this way. I speak of little liers, They promise you desires, They ain't no fucking settle, They ain't no loving mail. We're stars for little ladies,