It Isn't, It Wasn't, It Ain't Never Gonna Be (with Whitney Houston) [After Hours Club Mix]

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You know what I'm sayin'

Me sayin'

Hey
Hey

Hey, hey, hey, hey

It isn't, it wasn't, it ain't never gonna be
It isn't, it wasn't, it ain't never gonna be, yeah

You've been hanging 'round my boyfriend
You've been sayin' that he's sweet (yeah)
Girl, I know that you've been talking
Because the talk is on the street

You say that you are gonna steal his heart
Well, sweety you ain't gonna get that far
You're after somethin' that don't belong to you
Well girlfriend, I've got news for you
What are you trying to say Miss Thang?

It isn't, it wasn't, it ain't never gonna be
It isn't, it wasn't, it ain't never gonna be
He ain't never, ever, never, ever, never, ever gonna be, you'll see
It isn't, it wasn't, it ain't never gonna be
It isn't, it wasn't, it ain't never gonna be
He ain't never, ever, never, never, never
Never, never, never, never gonna be your man

Oh-oh yeah, oh-oh, ooh-ooh

Well, I just ain't the kind of woman
To pick the fruit off of your tree, girl
And you keep saying that he's your man
But that ain't what he said to me

He blow me kissses as he drives away
He sends me roses in the middle of the day, yeah
You think it's you that he's thinking of
But I'm the one that he really, really love, girl

So what am I trying to say? (Don't dis me girl) Try
I say

It isn't, it wasn't, it ain't never gonna be
It isn't, it wasn't, it ain't never gonna be
He ain't never, ever, never, ever, never, ever gonna be, you'll see
It isn't, it wasn't, it ain't never gonna be
It isn't, it wasn't, it ain't never gonna be
He ain't never, ever, never, never, never, never gonna be your man

What are you doin'? Layin and hangin' back?
Don't you know it girl?
Just as I suspected
You been talkin' that lie, lie and the nah-nah again and again, but the man is mine, hey

He blows me kisses as he drives away
He sends me flowers in the middle of the day, yeah
You think it's you that he's thinking of
I know I'm the one that he really, really, really loves

What am I tring to say Miss It?
What are you tring to say?
Get real

It isn't, it wasn't, it ain't never gonna be
It isn't, it wasn't, it ain't never gonna be
He ain't never, ever, never, ever, never, ever gonna be your man (be your man)

My man, yes it is
I don't think so

So now what is this?
Well, you know
That my man is supposed to be interested in you?
What can I say
You know, I realize that you're under pressure
Yes, I am
And that you are suffering from delusions
Don't be ridiculous
I'm not
Get Real
You better get real

You know the deal, he told me he loves me and that I'm just his forever
Uh-huh... forever?
Forever
Must have played out about 20 years ago
Now check this out, from one
Your man is not my man
This is true, this is true
Now, every king has his queen, and I love my role being his queen
And I hope you like yours too
Well, I'm his princess
...whatever that is
Come on now
Wait a minute
OK
Well, he said that I'm his princess
You might be his queen but I'm his princess
Yeah, well, I like being the queen myself
Well, you know that's what you are
Shut up, shut up