From a 10 to a 3
Oh pretty you, oh pretty me
Would I never give you no chance for style me
When you man spoil me and give me what me like
When you a go a road with your friend dem
Me book a flight
After me no hear that race hand for beat
What? And underneath that I must a look alike
You never see me with a man when I work
Off he a do something for himself
No man me ever there with a no weak friends
Different plane every other weekend
Oh pretty you, oh pretty me
You can't compare you next to me