I got slippers at his house
But we ain't got no label
We make good love in his couch
But he's still not able
To say what we wants from me
My cleaning lady likes him
I make his sisters laugh
Not trying to spoil the fun
He hates it when I plan
Let it be, he says let it be
Of course the dick is bomb
And fucking on the regular
Keeps me hella calm
But I've become a shell of the man I used to be
Just want someone that wants me
So I'm gonna go where the love is
Sorry, it is what it is
I'm gonna go where the love is
Sorry, it is what it is
I'm gonna go where the love is
Sorry, it is what it is
I'm gonna go where the love is
Sorry, it is what it is
Ooh, ooh (Go)
Ooh, ooh (Go)
Ooh (I'm gonna go)
Ooh (Go)
All those crumbs don't make it pie
All your hugs don't make you mine
Leaving you is scaring me
But I trust that I'll be fine
Tired of talking 'bout shit I can change
It was fun, but baby boy, I'm not the same, same
I'm sure that pretty soon I'll start missing your laugh
Or the way you gently sigh when I'm grabbing your ass
But I've been crunching numbers and it says you're not the one
I've been crunching numbers and it says you're not the one
So I'm gonna go where the love is
Sorry, it is what it is
I'm gonna go where the love is
Sorry, it is what it is
I'm gonna go where the love is
Sorry, it is what it is
I'm gonna go where the love is
Sorry, it is what it is
Ooh, ooh (Go)
Ooh, ooh (Go)
Ooh (I'm gonna go)
Ooh (Go)
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