The Greys

I tried to tell 'em
But they ain't wanna listen to me
What they thought it was
It ain't made out to be
And people always told me
The way that you and I should exist
I'm in the treehouse
I heard they looking for me

I won't wait around for nobody
I can't be alone
I don't need the rest of the party
The way you turn me on
The way you turn me on
Me on
And boy, you turn me on
Me on, ooh

Ooh, ah, yeah, yeah
Ooh, ah, yeah, yeah
Ooh, ah, yeah, yeah

I listened to the silence whеn he left
What I thought it was
Boy, I was so mislеd
Yeah, ay

Can we both share looks when she's around?
Can't make me care
Fingers in your mouth

I won't wait around for nobody
I can't be alone
I don't need the rest of the party
The way you turn me on
The way you turn me on
Me on
And boy, you turn me on
Me on, ooh

Ooh, ah, yeah, yeah
Ooh, ah, yeah
Ooh-ooh-ooh (yeah)
Ooh-ooh-ooh (yeah)
Ooh, ah, yeah, yeah
Ooh, ah, yeah, yeah
Ooh, ah, yeah, yeah
Ooh, ah, yeah, yeah

Ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh, yeah, yeah
Ooh-ooh-ooh, yeah, yeah
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ayy, yeah, yeah
Ooh, ayy, yeah, yeah
Ooh, ayy, yeah, yeah
Ooh, ayy, yeah, yeah
Ooh, ah, yeah, yeah

Ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh

Ooh, ayy, yeah, yeah
Ooh, ayy, yeah, yeah
Ayy, yeah
Yeah, yeah



Credits
Writer(s): Romil Hemnani, Clifford Simpson, John Kirby, Jonah Abraham, Baird Acheson, Roy Mabie, Julian Rapaport
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