Lyrics Ophelia - Tommy Evans
I
was
on
the
dance
floor
when
I
spotted
this
minx
I
can't
take
up
my
shot,
turn,
droppin'
my
drink
I
stop
and
I
think
About
what
might
be
and
it
excites
me
But
to
rate
my
chest
is
slightly
To
get
to
got
to
do
the
right
thing
like
Spike
Lee
So
I
approach
her,
say
politely,
"Excuse
me,
From
a
distance
I
been
admiring
your
beauty.
I'd
like
to
get
to
know
you,
so
would
you
do
me
The
honor
of
buying
you
a
drink?"
Her
bougie
friends
give
me
cold
stares
muttering
"Who's
he?"
She
cooly
replied,
"Make
it
a
Britvic."
"What's
your
name?"
"Ophelia."
"Is
is
cool
if
we
kick
it?"
Crack
jokes
make
her
laugh
to
act
like
a
dipstick
Play
it
smooth,
less
lyric
to
pull
this
fit
chick
No
lipstick
on
her
thick
lips
Just
a
stud
in
her
nose
Tells
me
she's
studying
prose
Is
that
the
time
already?
Club's
gonna
close.
What
you
doing
later,
is
it
good
if
we
go?
Now
we
stood
in
the
cold
Waiting
for
a
hackney
carriage
She's
down
for
a
[?]
Thinking
bout
marriage
Ophelia
Back
in
the
day
I
used
to
deal
with
her
Never
thought
about
leaving
her
'Cause
I
was
happy
just
to
be
with
her,
Ophelia
Fast-forward
in
time
by
a
couple
of
months
Now
me
and
Ophelia
are
a
couple
but
once
Or
twice
she
scorns
the
idea
of
being
settled
down
Bills
to
pay,
furniture
from
IKEA
(Okay)
Let's
get
a
take
away,
make
her
way
to
my
yard
It's
her
choice
of
film
We
ain't
watching
Die
Hard
Turn
down
the
lights,
put
on
Erykah
Badu
I'll
fix
the
food
pour
yourself
some
Taboo
We
ain't
flirting,
just
conversing,
true
submerging
With
no
coercion
she
says
she's
a
virgin
Preserving
herself
for
her
true
love,
I
respect
that
Eyes
are
jet
black
Pools
of
light
reflect
back
Let's
chat
some
more
Exchange
for
some
plain
talk
Over
the
main
course,
sip
with
the
same
sort
Or
if
we're
thinking
differently
'Cause
on
this
one
issue,
Miss
and
me
disagree
In
private
she's
kissing
me
In
public
she
won't
declare
we're
an
item
officially
Now
she's
dissing
me
'cause
she's
extra
vexed
And
steps
with
friends
to
go
from
ex
to
next
Ophelia
Back
in
the
day
I
used
to
deal
with
her
Never
thought
about
leaving
her
'Cause
I
was
happy
just
to
be
with
her,
Ophelia
I've
been
hear-ing
rum-ors
'bout
my
Lady,
lately.
Maybe
they're
true
Like
she's
dating
some
fool
And
he's
playing
her,
too
I'm
crazy
for
you
is
what
she
used
to
be
telling
me
Now
it's
all
bad
though,
aggro,
jealousy
She
ain't
dialing
me
Even
though
she
promised
to
stay
in
touch
And
when
I
call
she
ain't
saying
much
One
day
I
strut
From
my
man
I
seen
a
Bimmer
Ophelia
steps
out
the
passenger
side
All
plastered
and
high
I
gasp
in
surprise
Is
that
my
lass
in
disguise
In
the
past
she
was
shy
Now
she's
in
high
fashion
flashing
ass
in
a
vice
When
asking
her
why
She's
passing
me
by
For
a
nastier
guy
She's
fast
to
reply
"For
his
cash
and
his
ride
Plus
the
passion,
it
died"
And
she
ain't
in
love
with
me
She
[?]
motherly
She
says,
"All
along
you
were
too
good
to
me"
She
prefers
the
company
of
bad
boys,
it
don't
bother
me
'Cause
they
stand
up
to
her
stobbornly
She's
hugging
me
goodbye,
begrudgingly
I
let
go
Inside
my
head
her
voice
still
echos
Yah
Ophelia
Back
in
the
day
I
used
to
deal
with
her
Never
thought
about
leaving
her
'Cause
I
was
happy
just
to
be
with
her,
Ophelia
Ophelia
Back
in
the
day
I
used
to
deal
with
her
Never
thought
about
leaving
her
'Cause
I
was
happy
just
to
be
with
her,
Ophelia
(Deal
with
her)
(Leaving
her)
(Be
with
her,
Ophelia)
(Ophelia)
(Deal
with
her)
(Leaving
her)
(Be
with
her,
Ophelia)
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