Bobby: Macy?. Macy: Sexual Chocolate?. Bobby: Yeah, it's me, B. Brown. Macy: Bobby Brown. Bobby: Listen, uhm, I wanted to talk to you about this song.
In my last years with him there were bruises. On my face. In my dawn and new day. I finally got away. But my head's all messed up and he knows. Just what to say.
People say that I'm your stalker, the way I follow you 'round. You are the only thing that I talk about when I'm talking. Say my affection (My affection) is too much, you say it's smothering.
No words explain it. Baby I don't know how to say it. But it makes me shout.. . I don't know how to say. Baby ain't no word for this. I'm gonna shout it out..
I think I know all about you. Who you been. Where you been. What you been. And I can't decide on your rollercoaster ride or your merry-go-'round. Take me 'round and 'round.
I've been here before. I'll be back for more. Maybe this time I can stay. Forever more. . Wonder what the future brings. Fortune tellers and time machines.
We are who we choose to be. Im responsible for me. . If I stay right here Ill die inside. Ran out of tears, I can barely get by. Its fair to say that we tried.