The Things You do (To Me)

Creepin’ around the town
Tryin’ to find the sound
To make it tight
Thinkin’ boutch’ya you now
Thinkin’ about how
To make things right

And they say that I’m your fool
But I don’t want to play it cool
With you (don’t wanna platy it cool)
So I’ll just keep it to myself
And maybe crank one out tonight

Love can’t hide, love won’t hide
You can hide, when you die

Sleeping all alone
Waiting by the phone
For your call
You say you want me for your own
Girl I just don’t condone
The things that you do to me
(Oh, the things you do to me)

Cuz you you try standing tall tonight
But I know you’re gonna fall at night
And I don’t play that shit at all (play that shit at all)
But I’ll just keep it to myself
Maybe crank one out tonight

What about the people
What about the kids
Thinkin’ about mom mom and dad
Thinkin’ about the sins

And I never did be one to talk
I never had the lips
So I’ll sit here all alone and
Figure out my shit