Sweet sweet hold you gently have over me

Caught me with your eyes and lips like sweet honey

Too bad I'm not as sweet as her honey tastes

Cause the average girl simply won that race.

That race you kept on giving me

Left me hanging wanting more till you broke free

Bet shes sweet but not as sweet as I could've been

Girls like her come and go like the boring wind.

But I'm the type that stays

With your heart and my heart in many different ways

I call you making sure that you're alright in the day or in the middle of the night

Sorry if that isn't good enough

Confusion has become a little rough

And I'll be on you like the clothes you wear

And run my fingers through your curled gelled hair

But for now ill let the race be won by the girl without a boy at home

Hands so purple,

From the knuckle aches,

It's 'cause they,

Create fragile hearts to break.

But a player, will soon see that

His karma goes bad,

When the girl that he wants,

Stabs him in the back...

But, I'm the type that stays,

Your heart and mine,

Are different ways.

I call you, makin' sure your alright,

In the day,

Or the middle of the night.

Sorry if that isn't good enough,

Confusion has become a little rough.

And I'd be on you like the clothes you wear,

And run my fingers through your curled gel hair.

But for now,

I'll let the race be won,

By the girl, without a boy at home.