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Straight Up

de Scott Bradlee's Postmodern Jukebox

Honey came in and she caught me red-handed
Creeping with the girl next door
Picture this we were both butt-naked
Banging on the bathroom floor

How could I forget
That I had given her an extra key
All this time she was standing there
She never took her eyes off me

How you can give the woman access to your villa
Trespasser and a witness while you cling to your pillow
Better watch your back before she turn into a killer
Best for the situation not to call the beaner

To be a true player you have to know how to play
If she say you're not, convince her say ya day
Never admit to a word when she say
And if she claim, ah, you tell her baby, no way

But she caught me on the counter
Saw me banging on the sofa
I even had her in the shower
She even caught me on camera

Saw the marks on my shoulder
Heard the words that I told her
Heard the screams getting louder
She stayed until it was over

Honey came in and she caught me red-handed
Creeping with the girl next door
Picture this we were both butt-naked
Banging on the bathroom floor

How was I to keep her
From what she was about to see
Why should she believe me
When I told her it wasn't me

Make sure she knows it's not you and lead her on no right to vex
Whenever you should see her make the giggolo flex
Funny as it be by you, it not that complex
Seein' is believin' so you better change your specs

You know she are gon' bring bout things up from the past
Hardly recollecting and then she'll go to noontime mass
Quick upon your answer: Go over there
But if she pack a gun you know you better run fast

But she caught me on the counter
Saw me banging on the sofa
I even had her in the shower
She even caught me on camera no no no

Saw the marks on my shoulder
Heard the words that I told her
Heard the screams getting louder
She stayed until it was over

Gotta tell her that I'm sorry
For the pain that I've caused
I've been listenin' to your reasons
It makes no sense at all

Gotta tell her that I'm sorry
For the pain that I've caused
You may think that you're a player
But you're completely lost

Honey came in and she caught me red-handed
Creeping with the girl next door
Picture this we were both butt-naked
Banging on the bathroom floor

How was I to keep her
From what she was about to see
Why should she believe me
When I told her it wasn't me

It wasn't me
It wasn't me
Yeah, it wasn't me
No, it wasn't me
No you thinking of some other girl
It wasn't me

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