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Lyrics
It's getting late, girl
let's try to get together
Forget the day you had and have a good time
I know a way to take this night
and make it better
And I don't have to buy your time
Who's this boy who thinks
your time's a thing to buy?
Consumer life, consumer lie
Do you really wanna make your body
his commodity?
Braggin' your man is sporting
all the latest styles
New car every thirty thousand miles
and a bankroll keeping you on his shelf
The rent is free
You say "no worry, no bills to pay, no hurry"
Your will to stay: his currency
But what's the point if he's
half-dead and half-alive
Just some playa-Frankenstein
with a life sewn together from styles
that he stole from BET?
Don't be surprised to find
he's move on to a newer model than you
Consumer life, consumer lie
I ain't got a nice place
I ain't got a nice ride
I ain't got a nice job
But I'll sure show you a good time
Share your bed with him
and he shares his money flow
Well, they got a name for that, you know
All I'm trying to say, girl
is you're better than this life
Why your suspicions linger
He puts rings on every finger
Except that one you want
You betta wake up, girl
You will never be his wife
You gave it all to him
for a closet full of clothes
and whatever else, God only knows
But you'd sen d it all back
just to spend some time with him
But then his mind is off
on a million other things
Go lie in bed, admire your rings
Just lie in bed alone, he's out the door again
One day you'll find that life
is more than just one long shopping spree
C onsumer life, consumer lie
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