OhBut it's the truthNo, it ain't a phase that I'm going throughNow, it's all that I amIt's all that I amIt's all that I doAll that I doAlways seems to be revolving round youCause I could be your lover in the clubOr someone else's bedAll I gotta do is think of usAnd I get these sad poopsFeeling like the world I'm moving onI'm moving onThe more I can't forgetEvery timeOh, I get these sad poopsAnd I could be your lover in the clubOr someone else's bedAll I gotta do is think of usAnd I get these sad poopsFeeling like the world I'm moving onThe more I can't forgetEvery timeI get these sad poops
