| Ain’t no reason we should complicate what we started, love
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| It’s as simple as a conversation, you can start it up
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| Don’t want it if it ain’t you
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| Don’t want it if it ain’t you
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| Uh, don’t want no imitation
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| That real’ll have you open up without no limitations
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| That good’ll have her showing up without an invitation
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| But if it’s good, go 'head and throw her on that dinner plate and
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| Begin to talk to her, the author of the storyline
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| The moral lies beneath her inner thighs
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| Go 'head and tiptoe over borderlines
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| Quarterback the play, keep me organized
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| And when you feeling strong, you don’t wait long to say we fortified
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| Forty-five minutes it took to make you this dinner
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| In forty-five minutes, I bake a cake in your center
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| Them corny guys never gon' hesitate to use flattery as the bait
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| But they batteries gon' deflate like Ms. Jenner
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| That’s why I love who you are
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| I love who you ain’t, you’re far from a saint
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| You’re more like a star
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| To you, a mile is more like a yard
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| I’d rather walk a thousand miles with you than roll like a car
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| It’s just that simple when you built like we are
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| We are, Supa
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| Ain’t no reason we should complicate what we started, love
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| It’s as simple as a conversation, you can start it up
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| Don’t want it if it ain’t you
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| Don’t want it if it ain’t you (Listen)
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| It’s important we communicate
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| These moments feeling familiar, probably 'cause you relate
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| I get off at work at 4, you get off at 8, overtime
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| To get to cul-de-sac, it’s a forty-five, a quarter 9
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| We arrive, borderline dyin' from operatin'
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| Overdrive, still always find time for copulation
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| Cop a feel, and skip your ones only if ovulation
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| Is probable, and maybe later, of a baby, we can go half, uh
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| Remember when I asked you if I passed you and never spoke up
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| Do you think we would last or be too bashful
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| To go from complete strangers to people havin' see-through feelings?
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| Equal admirations on our back, enjoying see-through ceilings
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| Sky is the limit, I just hired a dentist
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| 'Cause you sweet enough to cause cavities
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| Even though the both of us happen to be well off
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| And more often, we’re independent
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| We toast to making good decisions, here’s to new beginnings
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| Ain’t no reason we should complicate this, love
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| It’s as simple as a conversation, love
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| Because it ain’t you
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| Don’t want it if it ain’t you |