The morning after
What time is it?
7:48, where, where are my, where are my, where are my panties?
Oh, my God where are my panties?
Damn where? I don't
He gon' think I'm a ho, oh, fuck that I liked it
I was drunk and it was my birthday anyway
Maybe I should just lay here and let him touch my booty
Mmm, but he don't even know my name
I know she think I just think she some kind of ho
I don't give a shit 'bout givin' it up on the first night
That just lettin' me know
She know what she want outta life
What a hell a way to goddamn wake up
Oh that shit was good, oh, maybe she'd get me some breakfast
She's so goddamn sweet
Sweet as she wanna be, oh I just lay, oh I wanna lay in her hair
You can't fall for it, don't fall for it ice cold
(Ice cold)
Maybe I just roll over and just lay on her booty, yeah, no no no
Not just lay and be cool, be cool ice cold
(Ice cold)
But what if she's the, what if she, what if she, what if she's the one?

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