Ever since I met ya I could beat depression It's like your man don't understand, all he does is stress ya I can see your state of misery from the introduction Ain't bout no suckin and touchin, just harmless discussion Maybe we can see a better way, find a brighter day Late night phone conversations -- would that be OK? I don't wanna take up all your time, be the next in line Tell me your size, let me find you things with you in mind I can see you're cautious and I'm careful not to scare you But anticipation of love makin got you shakin when I'm standin near you News of precision will prepare ya in case you get scared, just ask the man in the mirror. Now the picture's getten clearer all he does is hit you hard I tell you to leave, and you tell me keep my faith in God I don't understand, I just wanna bring ya home I wonder should I leave you alone and find a woman of my own