And keep talking that mess, that's fine
But could you walk and talk at the same time
And It's my mine name that is on that Jag
So remove your bags let me call you a cab
Standing in the front yard telling me
How I'm such a fool - Talking about
How I'll never ever find a man like you
You got me twisted
You must not know about me
You must not know about me
I could have another you in a minute
matter fact he'll be here in a minute - baby
You must not know about me
You must not know about me
I can have another you by tomorrow
So don't you ever for a second get to thinking you're irreplaceable












Misha Barton shows up at a Vogue party sans her skirt







I confused about this post, is this Beyonce's actual music lyrics or is soinfatuated girl illustrating a poetic voice on a flow. This work should definately be sent to clear channel so they can produce the next big hit.
Posted by: John Sckud | Oct 30, 2006 at 11:31 PM