| You woke up in a bar, in a chair with a new scar |
| Ain’t no hurry, seeing nothing but blurry and big stars |
| With all that talk and a song, you barely got along |
| Fighting with your friends paying blame, shame |
| And they hit hard |
| You were going down fast, about to kiss the ground, no class |
| Rejected, disrespected, and perfected loser |
| I fail, go to jail |
| Till I found you, walked around you |
| And said I don’t play |
| I made you wake up with the feel of my lips |
| I made you stand up, yeah, the curve in my hips |
| I made you feel love with my fingertips |
| I made you a wanted man |
| Yeah |
| Ooh |
| You love me like you mean it but you suffer you can’t believe it |
| All my friends say, «Leave him,» that you ain’t good enough |
| But you’re a different man when I see you |
| You don’t need tequila 'cause I’m smoother, and I’m sweeter |
| Oh man, are you in love? |
| You were going down fast, about to kiss the ground, no class |
| Rejected, disrespected, a perfected loser |
| I fail, go to jail |
| Till I found you, walked around you |
| And said I don’t play |
| I made you wake up with the feel of my lips |
| I made you stand up, yeah, the curve in my hips |
| I made you feel love with my fingertips |
| I made you a wanted man |
| That’s me |
| Ooh, I made you wanted |
| I made you wake up with the feel of my lips |
| I made you stand up, yeah, the curve in my hips |
| I made you feel love with my fingertips |
| (You know I made you) |
| I made you a wanted man |
| (You a wanted man) |
| Made you a wanted man |
| (Oh, I’ve made you such a wanted man) |
| I made you a wanted man |
| That’s me |