8.TOY SOLDIER
Yeah smash on the radio, bet I penned it!
I'm out the door, its automatic, simple babe (why you wanna do
that to me)
I'm like a fire, bottle bustin in your face (why you wanna do
that to me)
So tired of you bein up in my space, (what you gonna do with
that)
How much more can I take
I'm tired of privates drivin, need a general that ain't weak...
When I shut the door leaving with my bag, hit the scene in my
new wagon
Bet he gonna wish he knew the type of fun I'm getting into,
Peek a boo, he good...doing things you wish you wish you could,
He's not talking, he's just walking like them city boys from New
York
This time I need a soldier, a really bad ass soldier
That know how to take, take care of me
I'm so damn glad that's over
This time I need a soldier, I'm sick of toy soldiers
(I need ....i'm so sick of...toy soldiers...)
A boy that knows how to take care of me,
Won't be just coming over...
I'm simply sick and tired of those...
I don't want no more,
I'm simply sick and tired of those...
I want it more than ever now,
I realized that they ain't listenin,
Like a princess supposed to get it
That's why I'm dustin off my fitted,
Coming back looking delicious,
Yes I know they wanna kiss me,
Now I hold them at attention,
Cuz new Britney's on a mission...
Brit, I heard that he was saying he's still in love with you,
and
Brit, I heard he said he could stay if he wanted to, and
Brit, I heard every man out here is wanting you now
Brit, I heard, I heard, what you gona do now？
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