uh uh

• ursula rucker şarkısı:
  
  uh uh
  uh uh
  
  i don’t know why you keep telling me
  you don’t want to be with me
  yet you come knockin’ nightly...at my door
  nigga you betta make up your mind
  a better woman than me you won’t find
  and i be damned if i kiss your behind
  one more time
  uh uh
  
  i don’t know why you keep telling me
  you don’t want to be with me
  yet you come knockin’ nightly...at my door
  nigga you best to make up your mind
  a better woman than me you won’t find
  and i be damned if i kiss your behind one more
  time
  one more time
  uh uh
  
  are you just not that into me
  or do you think you just pimpin’ me
  dangling me from your mack daddy string, doin’
  your mack daddy thing
  pull me in close when you want some
  some lovin’, some huggin’, some snugglin’,
  some fun...a little conversation
  
  some...just some
  but then you decrease the string’s tension a bit
  at the mere mention of commitment
  well look
  look
  i ain’t no fish
  some bone, some flesh...but all woman
  all woman...all woman
  but...if i was a fish
  you’d either have to catch me and eat me...or let
  me swim free
  i mean... will swim free
  i won’t be nobody’s on the end of the string
  thing
  i ain’t be mounted on nobody’s wall of
  acquisition...uh uh
  but i will be appreciated, enjoyed, needed even
  the reason, for the fish analogy...is
  make up your mind
  don’t flounder
  all woman’s about to swim free
  got my toe in, ohhh the water feels nice
  let me wade in, let me just dive in
  all woman’s about to swim free
  all woman’s about to swim free
  swim
  free
  
  i don’t know why you keep telling me
  you don’t want to be with me
  yet, you come knockin’ nightly...at my door
  well, nigga you betta make up your mind
  a better woman than me you won’t find
  and i be damned if i kiss your behind
  one more time...one more time...one more time
  uh uh...uh uh
  
  ain’t gonna be nobody’s dangling on the end of
  a string thing
  uh uh
  uh uh
  
  uh uh...uh uh
  uh uh
  
  she’s single, attractive, passionate
  got all her own shit
  crib, car, cash
  all the makings of contentment, right?
  all the makings of contentment, right?
  but ‘round midnight
  she’s nursin’ lonely wounds,
  listenin’to some same old r&b tunes,
  readin’ a semi-good book,
  drinking a mediocre glass of wine
  with a slow pine
  for the right one baby
  calls her girls, tells them of her week-end
  odds and ends with her week-end wonder boy
  – friend
  and then for weeks on end, she be alone
  she be alone
  a few pillow talk calls on the phone
  ohhhh wonder boy
  oohhh, wonder boy
  some e-mails, some texts
  some e-mails, some texts
  some e-mails, some texts
  next
  next
  
  uh uh
  uh uh
  
  i don’t know why you keep telling me
  you don’t want to be with me
  yet you come knockin’ nightly...at my door
  well...nigga you betta make up your mind
  a better woman than me you won’t find
  and i’ll be damned if i kiss your behind
  one more time
  uh uh