It Makes Me Ill

I was hanginí with the fellas Saw you with your new boyfriend and made me jealous I was hopiní that Iíd never see you with him But itís all good cause Iím glad that I met him, huh Cause now I know the competitionís very slim to none And I can tell by looking that heís not the one Heís not the type you said you liked His style is whack, clothes are bad Come on girl; let him go, I want you back Call me a hater if you want to But I only hate on Ďem cause I want you Say Iím trippiní if you feel like But you without me ainít right You can say Iím crazy if you want to Thatís true -- Iím crazy about you You can say Iím breakiní down inside Cause I canít see you with another guy It makes me ill to see you give Love and attention at his will And you can imagine how that makes me feel To see you with him Oh, it makes me ill to see you give Love and attention at his will And you can imagine how that makes me feel To see you with him Girl I know that we broke up But that doesnít mean you should give the cold shoulder Cause you know that I truly do adore ya And that other guy canít do nothiní for ya Uh ... see? I can tell that you donít really love that guy So thereís no need for you to go and waste your time I think you know I love you more Girl, you gotta let him go I want you so just give him the boot Call me a hater if you want to But I only hate on Ďem cause I want you Say Iím trippiní if you feel like But you without me ainít right You can say Iím crazy if you want to Thatís true -- Iím crazy about you You can say Iím breakiní down inside Cause I canít see you with another guy It makes me ill to see you give Love and attention at his will And you can imagine how that makes me feel To see you with him Oh, it makes me ill to see you give Love and attention at his will You can imagine how that makes me feel To see you with him, oh It makes me ill cause she used to be my girl, my girl (Used to be, used to be my girl, yeah) It makes me ill cause she used to be my girl, my girl (Ooh, come on) So baby come back to me, baby It makes me ill to see you give Love and attention at his will (At his will) And you can imagine how that makes me feel (When I see you with him) To see you with him Oh, it makes me ill to see you give (Oh, come on) Love and attention at his will (At his will) And you can imagine how that makes me feel (Oh) To see you with him It makes me ill to see you give (Baby Iím jealous) Love and attention at his will And you can imagine how that makes me feel To see you with him (See you with him) Oh, it makes me ill to see you give Love and attention at his will (Love and attention) And you can imagine how that makes me feel (You can imagine how it makes me feel) To see you with him Oh, oh, oh, oh... What? We gone and done it again! Mercy, ooh! (Laughing) Itís all gravy, baby Ah ha! Oh BACK TO PREVIOUS PAGE