When Your Well Runs Dry
i know you miss me
that's what they say about your water when your well runs dry
I've got you thirsty
and all you can do ask is why, why, why?
but when a sistah knows she just know
and when its time to go shes gotta go
its now time for the after party
end of the show
so you can cry your crocodile tears
and reminisce through all the years
you never thought i'd ever leave
realizing one of your biggest fears
and though you may beg
and try to hold on tight
its now the twelfth round...knock out
the end of the fight
will i come back?
not even maybe
look in my face i'm for real
its all in the eyes baby
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