Look. I know we've been friends for a while now. But, I just feel like I can confess to you. It's gonna be hard but. Alright here it goes... Imagine that the pillow that you cried on was my chest, and the tissue that you wiped your face with was my hand. Girl, imagine: if you needed advise about some other guy, I'm the one that comes to mind. Not trying hear you tell nobody that I'm just a friend, just trying to make sure I'm that body that you call your man, and anytime you need a shoulder -- it's yours, night or day, but what I'm trying to say is, I wanna be... The last number you call late at night (said I wanna be), The first one that you dial when you open your eyes. Wanna be the one you run to, wanna be the one that ain't gonna hurt you, I wanna be yeah, I wanna be yeah.. Be the man making your girl jealous, be the guy shuttin' down all the fellas.. whatever you need, girl, it's all on me: soldier, your friend or your lover, girl, I wanna be...

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July 2012