The question seems to be, Am I right for you?
I hear the rumors, baby.
Am I right for you?

I'm not abusive.
Or even cruel?
I see the off-handed looks when I am with you?

So Am I right for you?
The question seems to be.
Am I right for you?
Only you can tell me, lady.

Some think those church types are the right type.
But many of them are out doing all types of sin through the night.

Some under this pretense that those with.
Are better than us without.
But it is just not true.

Yes, it is just not true.

Still, I wonder?
Am I right for you?

Worry not, about my love for you.
You a part of my heart and soul to the end.
And more than anything, you are my very best friend.

Worry not, If I love you so?
I adapted to loving you more and more.
More than ever before.

Worry not, If you still desired by me?
Just look in my eyes and it tells you everything you need.
Because loving you isn't a hidden mystery.

Why are you always smiling?
Why not?
Why be sad if still breathing this free air?

Why are you happy?
Why not be?
This world is filled with many sad people.

I chose not to be.
My life has been pure joy to me.

Why?
Do others see gloom?
Similar to many complaints about the rain.

Eventually, gloom and storm fade.
And sadness will turn into a smile.

So this is why?
You always see me, with a smile.

Men, with many?
What?
Are you bragging about?

Really, what?

Good chance your kid or kids was is with the mother.
When you were out creating another?

And here you proclaiming to be a great dad.

And I will admit, there a few with various kids by many lovers

Now, put the shoe on the other foot?
Some men just couldn't do it.

With all kids within your grasp.
And you must get them to various places.
Getting them to school, to the doctors.

While your former lover/wife/spouse is free to roam.
And you with all the responsibilities of raising them.

So respect that woman.
The one many clowns call baby mama.
When in truth?
'She should be call the mother of your child.

So what?
Are you bragging about?

You be the cloud.
I  be the rain.
You be the hurt.
I  be the pain.

And together, we are so much more.

You be the strength.
I be that too.
We together will find comfort to share.

And spread our love everywhere.

Yes, everywhere.
Yes, everywhere.
We will share our love.

Yes, everywhere.
Yes, everywhere.
We share our love.

You want to read me.
Know all about me.
Like my smile look me in the face and see the eyes to my soul.

Upfront, direct and real, my eyes have a lot to reveal.

If in the mood?
Read my eyes.
Read my smile.
And if still confused?
Then you can't read the eyes to my soul.

There is no pretense to be seen.
I'm all about reality.

Crime in my heart.
Cause I've b been robbed.

Robbed of an emotion that once was yours.
Now, here you are walking out the door.

And none of our friends.
And they all have advice and opinion.

But what they don't see?
Is your love hurting me?

And I'm serving time.