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Slow it down for a minute,
You gotta start âfore you finish,
And itâs a long, long road for you.
Now I ainât got hard feelings,
But Iâma walk away and leave it,
And leave the trouble for somebody new.
Oh but,
You got the style,
You got the smile,
You got the lips,
And you got the kiss,
But thereâs a lot you got that I wonât miss.
(Chorus)
I hope that this donât bug ya,
But babe you know that I canât love ya,
When itâs always, always got to be your way.
I canât seem to trust ya,
Boy, you wonât even to listen to your mother,
And you always, always got something to say.
Everybodyâs got their reasons,
And everybodyâs got their demons,
But baby, I got my wants and needs,
Now why you wanna push my buttons,
Instead why donât you whisper sweet nothin's,
I tell you Iâd be a whole lot easier to please.
Oh but,
You got the style,
You got the smile,
You got them lips,
And baby you got that kiss,
But thereâs a lot you got that I wonât miss
(Repeat Chorus)
(Bridge)
You always gotta have one more word, babe.
You had your turn, and now itâs mine.
Not one more word, not one more line.
No, no baby, not this time, ooh
(Repeat Chorus)
Hey, I said you always,
You always got something to say.