Im in love with my man but it seems like everyone always asks me
How is it that we can work out
We got the type of ghetto love
We fuss and fight then we make up
I guess thats what its all about
CUz time and time I tried to leave but
For him I get weak, I just cant let him go
And even though he gets to me
Seven days a week
We just cant get enough
And thats why
On Monday well be breaking up
On Tuesday well be making up
Wednesday well be making love
On Thursday it just sleep all day
On Friday I give you room to play
Saturday, Sunday I just cant stay away
I just cant spend a day without him, sometimes my girls trip about it
But I dont care what they have to say
See, he dont have to buy me roses
He loves me and knows how to show it
He turns me on in every way
Day by day it seems to be that for him I get weak
I just cant let him go
And its not that hard to see that
Seven days a week
We just cant get enough
And thats why
Its so hard for everyone to see I love him and he loves me
Seven days a week
Im so down for him and
Hes so down for me and
Thats how were gonna be
(On Sunday - Monday - Tuesday - Wednesday - Thurdsay - Friday - Saturday)
Its gonna be; yeah
|
