It Wasn't Me (Live)

... time she was standin' there
She never took her eyes off me

How ya fi give the woman access to your villa?
Trespasser and a witness, all the hacklin' a yuh pillow
You better watch your back before she turn into a killa
Best review the situation that you caught up inna
To be a true player, you haffi know how fi play
If she say, "A night," convince her, say, "A day"
Never admit to a word weh she say
And if she claim a yuh, tell her, "Baby, no way!"

But she caught me on the counter (it wasn't me)
Saw me bangin' on the sofa (it wasn't me)
I even had her in the shower (it wasn't me)
She even caught me on camera (it wasn't me)
She saw the marks on my shoulder (it wasn't me)
Heard the words that I told her (it wasn't me)
Heard the screams gettin' louder (it wasn't me)
She stayed until it was over

Honey came in and she caught me red-handed
Creepin' with the girl next door
Picture this, we were both butt-naked, bangin' on the bathroom floor
I had tried to keep her from what she was about to see
Why should she believe me when I –



Credits
Writer(s): Harold Brown, Lonnie Jordan, Orville Burrell, Brian Thompson, Shaun Pizzonia, Lee Levitin, Ricardo Ducent, Charles Miller, Howard Scott, Thomas Allen, Morris Dickerson
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