You will be mine Even if you're somebody else's Girl, not for long, girl, not for long 'Cause I'm your type Girl, you've got the wrong impression Girl, not for long, girl, not for long Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow Maybe at the club, maybe at the bar I wanna show you off like a trophy car (whip it) 'Cause anything is better than nothing at all Nothing at all, nothing on you I just wanna show you a table for two All you did was go on a date with a dude You know he don't fit, he ain't tailored for you You just on a boy 'cause he sold a brick Has he ever wrote a hit on some poet shit? That's who you chillin' on the sofa with? I ain't trippin', in a minute it'll be over with, aye You will be mine Even if you're somebody else's Girl, not for long, girl, not for long 'Cause I'm your type Girl, you've got the wrong impression Girl, not for long, girl, not for long