Guess it's too much now Spending time tryna figure out Why the grip that you got on my heart's Got a much stronger hold of my willpower I just feel like sometimes you get a little selfish In your eyes I become somebody else When you got a lot on your mind that you wanna say But you haven't made the time to communicate Don't wanna fight you Even though I would like to I'm too fucking tired of the psycho You keep throwing me into these situations, babe No reciprocation, I've taken responsibility Now I'm done and you're cold We're in love or we're just too grown We keep doing this to each other Gotta let me know If I'm too much, let me know If I'm too drunk, let me know If I act up, let me know (And I can't take it no more) If you fed up, let me know If ain't love, let me know If it's too much, let me know Sometimes I get a little bit stupid Act a little bit crazy Get a little bit hazy Baby, sometimes I get a little bit jealous Act a little bit reckless Get a little bit selfish (Let me know, know, know) Gotta let me know If I'm too... If I'm too... If I'm too... If I'm too much If I'm too... You gotta let me know
Ok pero la traducción es una mierda. Pone "raro" y "maricón" como traducción de queer, puedo entender que se confunda con weird, pero maricón?? Inaceptable
Oh my God. I've always loved this track, but I've only ever heard the studio version. Today I came across a live one and I'll just say that I was literally speechless. What this woman is doing with her voice is some kind of magic. Wonderful vocals and technique. I listen to all live performances over and over again.
Up in bed, all alone Wondering where you've been Ten past three I know the club closed at 2 AM I've already been through about seven scenarios 'Bout what it was that changed your mind Knowing very well that you told me you'd come home And it happens every time Wish I had no expectations I wish that I could get it through your head With no confrontation I really wish we could talk about it instead All these tears that I cry while I'm turned to the side And you're in the same fucking bed Wish I had no expectations But I expect, you expect, we expect No, I don't mean to pry I don't need no play by play (nah) All I need from your side is for you to communicate Respect for my time, respect for my space, respect for my energy 'Cause I've been waiting here all night for you to warm me up And you haven't once thought of me Wish I had no expectations I really wish that I could get it through your head With no confrontation I really wish we could talk about it instead All these tears that I cry while I'm turned to the side And you're in the same fucking bed Wish I had no expectations But I expect, you expect, we expect Oh, I wish I had no expectations I wish I could get through your head With no confrontation (confrontations) I really wish we could talk about it instead (instead) All these tears that I cry while I'm turned to the side And you're in the same fucking bed Wish I had no expectations (no) But I expect, you expect, we expect
about 8:42, the way she emphasizes the phrase "at that time" makes me cry. I support the camren, but not as a loving couple, but as a couple of friends. and now im so sad
