Sweet sweet hold you gently have over me Caught me with your eyes and lips like sweet honey Too bad I'll never know how sweet the honey tastes 'Cause the average girl simply won that race One race you kept on giving me Left me hanging, wanting more when you broke free Bet shes sweet but not as sweet as I could've been Girls like her come and go like the boring wind But I'm the type that stays Your heart and mine in many different ways I call you makin' sure that you're alright In the day or the middle of the night Sorry if that isn't good enough Confusion has become a little rough Now I'll be on you like the clothes you wear And run my fingers through your curled gelled hair But for now I'll let the race be won by the Girl without a boy at home Hands so purple from the knuckle aches It's 'cause they create fragile hearts to break But a player will soon see that his karma goes bad When the girl that he wants stabs him in the back But I'm the type that stays Your heart and mine in many different ways I call you makin' sure that you're alright In the day or the middle of the night Sorry if that isn't good enough Confusion has become a little rough Now I'll be on you like the clothes you wear And run my fingers through your curled gelled hair But for now I'll let the race be won by the Girl without a boy at home