Текст песни 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)