not the kind of girl who will play around Well, I'm not the kind of guy who will let you down So you're not that kind of guy So you're not that kind
Speaking: You know I have to be honest It's like for the first time in my life, My pride is not involved I'm not afraid I'm not afraid to tell you girl
Ask anyone around I?m the shit like that Eat it, beat it, till it?s swollen You gonna need an icepack I?ll tell her big thang poppin? Let me hear you say
You see And the way you ah whine an the way you ah gwan They say dem man ah try fi rush yuh like they will not stop But baby girl,will you mine Let go
scared to be free to let go, show it off Feel like letting go Oh oh oh oh [Verse 2 - Sean Kingston] I'm hearing your man not right 'Cuz you need Sean
body so that the feelin was right But if you get lost scream out and admit That the beat's too fast, slow it down or I quit I'm not the kind to give
I'm not the kind of girl Who should be rudely barging in On a white veil occasion But you are not the kind of boy Who should be marrying the wrong girl
Hide what's inside from you And alarm bells ring When you say your heart still sings When you're with me Oh, won't you please forgive me? I no longer hear
it blows Don't be scared to be free, to let go, show it off Feel like letting go, oh, oh, oh, oh I'm hearing ya man not right 'Cause you need Sean King
you one of a kind And you deserve to be my Sunshine" Chorus: Babyface (variations not listed except for first time) Touch me with, a heart of gold (
I walk down the street I hear people say Baby's so sweet Ever since puberty Everybody stares at me Boys, girls I can't help it, baby So be kind And
me one time Do you hear me? Lemme hear you Do you hear me? Do you hear me? Jabone, do you hear me? Now when I say uh, one time You say uh, ready One
sexy maid that smell like me so bless your wayward ways and loving craze and crazy days and things you'de say and looks you made you're not the queen
's got a brand new bag of toys What else could I possibly do to make noise? I've done touched on everything but little boys That's not a stab at Michael
eye There's something special 'bout you, I must really like you 'Cause not a lotta guys are worth my time Ooh baby, baby, baby, it's gettin' kind of
the kind that moves on It's the kind that leaves you alone, yeah This is my kinda love It's the kind that moves on It's the kind that, kind that leaves
game Two can play that game Two can play that game Two can play that game Two can play that game Yo band drop it, sing Yeow Say, "Yo" Say, "Yeow" Say
kind of song that make the angels cry, look up in the sky and ask God, why o why why Do we live and let die This the kind of song that make the angels
