Ooh, it's a game
Honey, it's a pity
And I'm a good girl
But even angels gotta cry sometimes
Honey, they gotta cry
Oh, baby
You're just what I need now
This ain't funny, he ain't sweet
But it might be the honey I need now
This ain't funny, oh it seems
He might be the honey I need now
Please now, got me on my knees, I can't breathe
You're the honey I need now
This ain't funny, oh it seems he might be the honey
You got what you give, so keep on giving what you get
Call it what you like but that does not say what it is
I'm a slave for you, I check my lashes in the whip
And I know you like me, I think Charlie let it slip
You so Mr. Pop, you got great but not a lot
Everything's good when you poppin' up
Me and you, no stoppin' us
Love is hard to handle, guess I need to get a grip
Sittin', thinkin' bout ya, thinkin' bout ya, thinkin' bout ya
It's a trip
Ooh, it's a game
Honey, it's a pity
And I'm a good girl
But even angels gotta cry sometimes
Honey, they gotta cry, and I hear them
Oh, baby, just let me cry
You're like super social
On that grammar, got me jello
All he rock is Louis, Christian P and Donattella
I usually like it simple
But the compliments just make it complicated
And your confidence is far from understated
They say you're no good for me
But they can't tell me nothing
No, no, they can't tell me nothing
You're only gonna go and break my heart, I take the risk
Sittin', thinkin' bout ya, thinkin' bout ya, thinkin' bout ya
Oh, it seems he might be the honey
Oh, it seems he might be the honey
Oh, it seems he might be the honey
Oh, oh, baby, he might be the honey
