When you say you love me, it doesn't matter
It goes to my head as just chit-chatter
You may think it's egotistical or just worry free
But what you say I take none of it seriously
And even if I did I wouldn't tell you so
I let you pretend to read me, and then you'll know
'Cause I hate when one attempts to analyze
In fact, I despise those who even try
To look into my eyes to see what I am thinking
That dream is over, your yacht is sinking
I tell all of you like I told all of them
What you say to me is just paper thin

(Word... word... yeah, word...)

I'm not the kind of girl that likes to play a man out
To take the money and the gear, and then break the hell out
No, that's not my strategy, it's not that the game I play
I admit I play game but it's not done that way
Truly, when I get involved, I give it my heart
I mean my mind, my soul, my body – I mean every part
But if it doesn't work out, yo, it just doesn't
It wasn't meant to be, you know, it just wasn't
So I treat all of you like I treat all of them
What you say to me is still paper thin
In one ear and right out the other
I heard his mumbo jumbo (Yeah-yeah!)
Lover – I don't pay attention, I don't concentrate
You ain't got the bait that it takes to hook this...
(A-hah, a-hah, a-hah...)
Sucker, you missed, I got feelings inside, I know who I am
Don't take it Lyte; is your name Sam?
'Cause if it is, step off, grab your coat and get lost
And wrap a scarf around your throat
And go back and cast the boat and hit the road, Sam
And don't you come back no more, no more, no more, no more
And hit the road, Sam, and don't you come back no more

Now I take precautions when choosing my mate
I do not touch, until the third or fourth date
And then maybe a kiss on the fifth or sixth
Time that we meet, {*kissing sound*} like this
'Cause a date without a kiss is so incomplete
And then, maybe I'll let you play with my feet
'Cause you could suck the big toe and play with the middle
It's so simple, unlike a riddle
It's as easy as counting to 1, 2, 3
In other terms, the name: MC Bahamadia
Told you, you, you, and all of you in the back
And in the middle and the front – yup
That's it, "Paper Thin" – word up
Representin' for the '9-6, et cetera
Crazy shout outs to MC Lyte
Bahamadia representing for the ladies
Illadelph style – uh
"Paper Thin," word up
(Aiyyo... hey love...)

(And you don't stop...)

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