No, no, noYeah, see your eyesWatching all night, noBoy, just nowYou in my tight, noSo go aheadPractice your linesWasted both our timeKnow how this goesYou buy me a drinkAnd suddenlyYou seem the thingThat I'd be downFor anythingDown for anythingAnd I don't need toCut my foodIt's just I keep my wordsClose to guys like youI don't mean toCut my foodBut boy, you must be trippingYou think that I'll be tricked inYou do this every weekendEvery weekendYou do, you do this every weekendEvery weekendEvery weekendEvery weekendEvery weekendEvery weekendI thought that you saidWhat's the dust that proudestAnd then you heard aboutAll of your working yearsAnd usuallyI ain't down to playBut this timeMy god, the dustYou ain't gonna hold it twiceAin't gonna hold it twice, noI don't mean toCut my foodIt's just I keep my wordsMy walls close to guys like youI don't mean to come off rudeBut boy, you must be trippingYou think that I'll be tricked andYou do this every weekendEvery weekend, babyYou do, you do this every weekendNo, no, noEvery weekend, every weekendNo, no, noYou're like my shoes, like my hairI don't careYou're told about five other girls hereFive other girlsYou do this every weekendEvery weekend, babyYou do, you do this every weekendYou do, you do this every weekendOh, oh, ohYou do it, you do itI know you do itYou do it, you do itYeah, yeah, babyYou do it, you do itWe'll do it, we'll do itIf we can