He About To Lose Me

I'm touching hands with someone seriously beautiful
I feel it burning and I know I'm standing far too close
I'm telling lies and if it shows I see that he don't care
I know he wants to take me home and get on outta here

But I got someone
Waiting at home
He says he in love but lately I just don't know
He don't see me
Or make me feel hot
Banging in the club with all my ladies and he don't know that

He about to lose 'bout to lose 'bout to lose me
He about to lose me
He about to lose 'bout to lose 'bout to lose me
He about to lose me

I feel my body losing focus as he touches me
And I should go but I can't ovecome this chemistry
He pulls me close before he whispers something in my ear
He says he wants to take me home and get me outta here

I got someone
Waiting at home
He says he in love but lately I just don't know
He don't see me or make me feel hot
Banging in the club with all my ladies and he don't know that

He about to lose 'bout to lose 'bout to lose me
He about to lose me
He about to lose 'bout to lose 'bout to lose me
He about to lose me

Someone by the back keeps looking at us dancing
I see him staring at me I see where he wants to be
Someone by the back keeps looking at us dancing
I gotta i gotta go, he don't know that

He about to lose 'bout to lose 'bout to lose me
He about to lose me
He about to lose 'bout to lose 'bout to lose me
He about to lose me
He about to lose 'bout to lose 'bout to lose me
He about to lose me
He about to lose 'bout to lose 'bout to lose me
He about to lose me

I'm touching hands with someone seriously beautiful

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