Interlude

When you go out of your way, I know it's on
Thought about you last night while we were on the phone
Last time I saw you, girl you looked like you were wrong
I don't care bout vanity, my fingers your comb

Now how the hell Im supposed to dance without the moonlight
Keep yourself hidden from me in the night skies

When I go out of my way
You know it's on
On
On
On
Thought about chu last night
While we were on the phone



Credits
Writer(s): Wayne Richardson
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