Movin' On

I-I-I’m so confused.
I don’t know what to do.
But I gotta be women.
I gotta get over you.

I think I saw your baby’s mother,
Creeping at your door.
And your lying ass been cheating
And I can’t take it no more.

Chorus
I’m movin’ on…
movin’ on…
movin’ on…
I’ll be movin’ on…
movin’ on…
movin’ on…
I’m movin’ on…

Who’s draws are these?
You know I wear a size four.
And if you say that you’ve been faithful,
Who was at your door?

You ain’t got no money.
I should left you long ago
And you sure, can’t stroke it no more.
So I’ve been sleepin’ all alone, if you know what I mean.

Chorus x3