Paper Thin

Lyrics

When you say you love me, it doesn't matter It goes to my head as just chit-chatter You may think it's egotistical or just worry free But what you say I take none of it seriously And even if I did I wouldn't tell you so I let you pretend to read me, and then you'll know 'Cause I hate when one attempts to analyze In fact, I despise those who even try To look into my eyes to see what I am thinking That dream is over, your yacht is sinking I tell all of you like I told all of them What you say to me is just paper thin (Word... word... yeah, word...) I'm not the kind of girl that likes to play a man out To take the money and the gear, and then break the hell out No, that's not my strategy, it's not that the game I play I admit I play game but it's not done that way Truly, when I get involved, I give it my heart I mean my mind, my soul, my body – I mean every part But if it doesn't work out, yo, it just doesn't It wasn't meant to be, you know, it just wasn't So I treat all of you like I treat all of them What you say to me is still paper thin In one ear and right out the other I heard his mumbo jumbo (Yeah-yeah!) Lover – I don't pay attention, I don't concentrate You ain't got the bait that it takes to hook this... (A-hah, a-hah, a-hah...) Sucker, you missed, I got feelings inside, I know who I am Don't take it Lyte; is your name Sam? 'Cause if it is, step off, grab your coat and get lost And wrap a scarf around your throat And go back and cast the boat and hit the road, Sam And don't you come back no more, no more, no more, no more And hit the road, Sam, and don't you come back no more Now I take precautions when choosing my mate I do not touch, until the third or fourth date And then maybe a kiss on the fifth or sixth Time that we meet, {*kissing sound*} like this 'Cause a date without a kiss is so incomplete And then, maybe I'll let you play with my feet 'Cause you could suck the big toe and play with the middle It's so simple, unlike a riddle It's as easy as counting to 1, 2, 3 In other terms, the name: MC Bahamadia Told you, you, you, and all of you in the back And in the middle and the front – yup That's it, "Paper Thin" – word up Representin' for the '9-6, et cetera Crazy shout outs to MC Lyte Bahamadia representing for the ladies Illadelph style – uh "Paper Thin," word up (Aiyyo... hey love...) (And you don't stop...) Get it... Get it... Get it...