Clock on the Wall
Ticktock goes the time, I have to stay away from you
There ain't no lovin', baby, no matter what we do
You said it's two times two plus one years I've got to wait
So I'm gonna mark it on my calendar, I'm gonna try to guess the day
'Cause I don't think the devil 'bout you, baby
I don't think that at all
You know, the only devil that I know is the clock on the wall
I got you some flowers, lit them on fire twice
I cried out, "Oh, Lord", you threw me in a bucket of ice
Please, baby, that's all I said
Before you grabbed me by my belt loops
Said, "Honey, let's go to bed"
'Cause I don't think the devil about you, baby
I don't think that at all
Only devil that I know is the clock on the wall
Alright
I got you a knife for to be discreet
But you're always makin' a mess every time you cut my meat
I got you a spoon, you can't let that go to waste
'Cause I got to get my scoop every time I want a taste
But there's just one little thing, baby, that'll make yourself complete
It's somethin', baby, that's gonna scooch you now right off your seat
I repeat, "That's a pitchfork, baby, I hold it here, it's a thing to see
I give it to you, woman, but don't you go jammin' it back at me"
'Cause I don't think the devil about you, baby
I don't think that at all
Only devil that I know is the clock on the wall
There ain't no lovin', baby, no matter what we do
You said it's two times two plus one years I've got to wait
So I'm gonna mark it on my calendar, I'm gonna try to guess the day
'Cause I don't think the devil 'bout you, baby
I don't think that at all
You know, the only devil that I know is the clock on the wall
I got you some flowers, lit them on fire twice
I cried out, "Oh, Lord", you threw me in a bucket of ice
Please, baby, that's all I said
Before you grabbed me by my belt loops
Said, "Honey, let's go to bed"
'Cause I don't think the devil about you, baby
I don't think that at all
Only devil that I know is the clock on the wall
Alright
I got you a knife for to be discreet
But you're always makin' a mess every time you cut my meat
I got you a spoon, you can't let that go to waste
'Cause I got to get my scoop every time I want a taste
But there's just one little thing, baby, that'll make yourself complete
It's somethin', baby, that's gonna scooch you now right off your seat
I repeat, "That's a pitchfork, baby, I hold it here, it's a thing to see
I give it to you, woman, but don't you go jammin' it back at me"
'Cause I don't think the devil about you, baby
I don't think that at all
Only devil that I know is the clock on the wall
Credits
Writer(s): Dom Flemons
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