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Tamia Nu Day

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh (Yo, yo, yo uh) Why you got an attitude? (Uh huh, yo) Why you acting all foolish? (Uh huh, yo) When you see me out in the street boy

my brush I loved you too much Do you think that I should Move along, change my phone Get it on, I'll be gone Treat him wrong 'til the day That someone

work And there's a letter in the kitchen With your name on it Inside, you will find An answer for each question you have You had to know the day would

Mmm, yeah, tell me that you like it, oh, yeah, yeah Woo, let's see if you remember this one Do I? Oh, now I have to go there, ooh, mmm, yeah Let me show

Un'h to you, for the playin' niggas Un'h to you, for the playin' niggas Un'h to you, for the playin' niggas Un'h to you, for the playin' niggas Can I

bein' this far without me, man, man Can't picture you with no phone to call me, babe Can't picture you bein' five miles away, yeah Can't picture goin' on another day

Yeah I can't let you go babe, I don't think that I could 'Cause every time I try to forget you I think about the sex is too good The way you hold my

day would never come Never ever thought that you Would be reading Dear John You be sure to read each line Line by line, and take your time You thought the day

I don't understand You look just like the man In the picture by our bed The suspense is pounding and clouding up my head I'm checkin' your clothes And