Into your place of work
I sweep you off your feet
Drunkenly confident bloke!
You play your cards
But I shuffle the deck so hard
I'm in before you even know!
He got the Spider-Sense
Tingling down his neck
Banging all on ya front door
I call you my girl
Then he called you a bitch
Then he called you a whore
And who do you run to?
Who makes ya tick?
It seems like all you need
Is a man who makes you sick
And im not the kind of person
To cut a lady down
But if I was I'd probably get around
Into your mind I creep
Lovng my energy
I'm in your brain and I'm large
Elephant in your room
Wrecking your sheets I bloom
Roses of sweat, then he barged in
Sociopathic ways
Scare you into a daze
Im running through your backyard
But girl im in love with you
Shes about done with you
Cuz he doesn't care who you are
And who do you run to?
Who makes ya tick?
It seems like all you need
Is a man who makes you sick
And im not the kind of person
To cut a lady down
But if I was id probably get around
You'll never learn
You'll never learn
You'll never learn
You'll never learn
You'll never learn
You'll never learn
You'll never learn
You'll never learn
You'll never learn
And who do you run to?
Who makes ya tick?
It seems like all you need
Is a man who makes you sick
And im not the kind of person
To cut a lady down
But if I was id probably get around
Get around
Get around
Get around