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Salt-N-Pepa - Chick On The Side Remix lyrics

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Homeboy  you better stop it  keep up you're gonna get it
 Your mouth is gettin' sassy  don't make me have to hit it
 Cuz when I heard about you my teeth just gritted
 You told me that you didn't  but I knew you were with it

 CHORUS
 Bet you got a chick on the side
 Sure you got a chick
 I know you got a chick on the side
 (Love bandit, love bandit)
 (Repeat)

 Don't worry, boy, cuz I won't complain, no need to explain
 I seen everything through the window pane
 You and your other lover, that's really insane
 And another thing: Please take off my gold ring
 I got another finger I can put it on
 You blew the deal so now I'm all gone
 I was prepared for just in case you messed around
 On the side you could be replaced
 But you could have found a better way of lettin' me down
 Instead of running around with every girl in town
 I heard you on the phone the other day
 Don't you say it's an old friend all the way from L.A.
 I finally caught onto your little game
 Your lying and denying is a cryin' shame
 You took me for granted, this is the end, dammit
 You're playing the field like you're some (love bandit)

 CHORUS

 Oooo my, oooo my so-called fiancee listen to what I say
 Whatever game you play I play the same way
 So if you wanna go mess around and cheat
 And you wanna romance between another girl's sheets
 Go ahead sweetheart, I expected that
 Cuz you're nothing but a cheap, little, stuck-up brat
 Wherever you're at you want this and that
 You dirty rat, I'm not a welcome mat
 I got another lover, and I know he cares
 So smile child, but keep your crocodile tears
 Go ahead, go, go boy! I'm going steady
 In loving arms this teddy is ready
 He fixed the table for his and hers
 And while the dinner simmers he served the hors'doevres
 Then munch-out time, hit the wine, get mellow
 Cleared off the table and his hello-jello
 I can't express the feeling that I get
 So I just lay back and light up a cigarette
 And try to be cool, collected, and calm
 He tells me my fortune and reads my palm
 With a suave taste I cannot embrace
 In a feeling of desire by the fireplace
 Love bandit, I'm makin' it clear
 See ya later, gator, I'm gettin' outta here, yeah

 CHORUS

 You're at the window starin' at the sky
 Birds fly by, you start to wonder why
 You're not by my side sharing the dream
 That one day you'll be my king, and I'll be your queen
 I call you every day, ask to get into your home
 I tell you I'm alone, but you hang up the phone
 You're like a hot flame getting ready to burn
 You say you're concerned, baby, you don't earn
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Copyrights:

Author: Anita Pointer, David Rubinson, Ruth Pointer

Composer: ?

Publisher: Next Plateau Records Inc.

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Released in: 1987

Language: English

Appearing on: Hot, Cool & Vicious (1986)

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