f/ Eve







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[Verse 1: Claudette Ortiz]



Uh-huh, come on



You can say I'm plain Jane, but it's not the same



I ain't into big names, but I like nice things



I watch boxin' matches and the football games



I wouldn't mind being an actress, but I love to sing



I like goin' out, takin' walks and stuff



I don't run with many girls 'cause they talk too much



I enjoy quiet nights at home and curl up next to ya



Though I'm ain't a virgin that don't mean I'm havin' sex with ya







[Chorus: Claudette & (Eve)]



Anywhere I go I'm spotted (No doubt)



And anything I want I got it (Yeeah)



5'5" with brown eyes (Caramel complexion)



Smile like the sunrise (Come on)



'Cause anywhere I go I'm spotted (No doubt)



And anything I want I got it (Yeeah)



5'5" with brown eyes (Caramel complexion)



Smile like the sunrise (Yeeah)







[Verse 2: Claudette]



Baby look me in the eyes and tell me yeah



I'm the kind of girl you like, I'm feelin' you



'Cause sweetie you're my kind of guy, that's what it is



Think about it you just might wanna run with this



All night long and if you want me we can keep this going



But let me tell you I'm the type that's strong



And I don't trust a lot of men, I'm independent



I ain't like some other women







[Chorus]







[Verse 3: Eve]



I keep 'em mesmorized; listen to me closely



E-V-E is how a thoroughgood supposed to be



Hate the thirsty type, can't even get close to me



That's why I got my own stackdaddy; how it's supposed to be



I ain't about the game, playin', and gift chasin'



All in frontin' "Daddy, please be broke" big facin'



All the things I want I got, forget me not



Just from my stance, why you starin' at me? Got'chu hot



Not too many bitches like her, one of a kind



I ain't even in the bitch's life, she's just a dime



Not impressed by your Cris' poppin'



'Cause if you would, I might end of the night we gon' be lip-lockin'



But only if I choose to; I don't fall in love easily



Heed 'em the blues Boo



I had you sittin' 'round misty-eyed



Caramel get 'em all the time; hot shit from City High







[Chorus 2x]