 I don't believe he's angry and I don't believe it's grief I don't believe it's Susan or the other girls I need Love for me to have that is the only thing I need I don't intend right now just to lose my main squeeze Oh, want an amela, you a killer Jalilo, you a cheer, me body a pressure Man, see a body a lock in my sitter Whenever the right just to know you got the power But, Sim Sima, who got the keys to my bima? Who am I? The girls, them sugar, how can I? Make love to a fella in a rush