Now I'm a family man that works hard for the money
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with the sweetest wife ever *smak* I love you honey
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I buy her everything, if it takes my last dollar
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Even her nails and her hair to be done at the beauty parlor
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We spend ample time together, doin dinner and a movie
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and whatever else sounds groovy
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And when we want real excitement and drama, word to momma
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we walk around in our pajamas in the Bahamas
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I love her and I need her and I never ever cheat her
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I'm far too carin to be considered a woman beater
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My style is gentle, romantic and friendly
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Nothin like the husband from _Sleeping With the Enemy_
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I thought that she was in love with me
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I used to think that she couldn't get enough of me
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But lately things been seemin strange and..
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baby you changed
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Somebody's... been sleeping in MY bed..
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Somebody's... been sleeping in MY bed..
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Now I've heard of traffic but I've never heard of when
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you get off at five and don't make it home til ten
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Another thing that I can't comprehend:
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matchbox and pens from the Holiday Inn
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And every night that I had to work late
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I come home to see that the bathroom ain't straight
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I look at the toilet bowl and wonder whassup
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because I know damn well that she don't piss with the seat up
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And lookin at the underwear in the room
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Now I wear silk drawers; whose Fruit of the Looms?
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Another thing that's quite bizarre -
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my bathrobe smelled like Brut, but I use Dakar
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Now I'm seein that she's treatin me crummy
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Also, she must take me for some dummy
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Because she'll lay in bed and say, "Come on in"
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but them ain't the same bedsheets from this morning
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Now yeah my dear have you been busted
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but I still feel like P.E., +Can't Truss It+
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You need another lover like you need a hole in your head
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and you might get that, you cheesy rat
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Cause thinkin about the cost of a divorce
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I feel like Johnny Taylor, it's cheaper to keep her
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Cheatin on me, what's the reason why?
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I hope you die
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Somebody's... been sleeping in MY bed..
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Somebody's... been sleeping in MY bed..
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You done hurt me, broke my heart
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and played me for your fool
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Now here's my chance to get back at you
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and I'm gonna blow my cool
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All day long, I'm just singin a
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somebody done somebody wrong song
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I'm tryin to see how far can this kid go
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before our relationship ends up on skid row
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Why should I try to stay attached to her
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when I'm probably better anywhere as a bachelor
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So go 'head girl with that game you're talkin
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And since you look like CeCe Peniston, +Keep On Walkin+
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Your your your cheatin heart, you're tryin to rip mine apart
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Uhh, I wish I'd seen it from the start
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Cause now you're caught in what you thought was a fort
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Took a short, so I'll see you in court
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Somebody's... been sleeping in MY bed..
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Somebody's... been sleeping in MY bed..
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[Robin Harris]
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I hate my wife
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I wear my wedding ring on the finger
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cause I married the WRONG GOD DAMN woman
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[Richard Pryor]
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I leave homegirl ?
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and come back home, college feet be on
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Somebody's Been Sleeping in my Bed
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Big Daddy Kane |