Tekster: Jean Wyclef. To All The Girls.

Yo wyclef its time that i confess, to all the girls, to all the girls
ive loved before, to all the girls i cheated on before, to all the girls
ive loved before, to all the girls i cheated on before, i tip my hat
like willie nelson, ya got pressa take a hit of the swanson, heres what
happened, it wasent my intentions, to fall into subduction while playin
in temptations, (cmon) thought i had it figured out but games dont last,
the hour glass ran out, i got sprayed with the tear gas, big men dont
cry hold my feeling inside, stress brings me ulsar, i gotta hold my
pride when i see you with another guy jealous thoughts of homocide, call
me selfish when i say abraham has many wives, you said dis is the
ninties, is it gonna be me or her, i found myself in a blur, lookin into
the clouds thinkin out loud im in love with two women who is it gonna be
now?
CHORUS
to all the girls i cheated on before, its a new year, ive got a new
change in gear, i swear, i can see clear now the clouds dissapear, you
forgive but never forget, so the past reappear, to all the girls i
cheated on before, its a new year, ive got a new change in gear, i
swear, i can see clear now the clouds dissapear, you forgive but you
still think that im a ho
second verse gonna hurt based on a true life story, i got married at 24
in new jersey, you know the feelin start of nature take its course, 2

years later clef get a divorse, when i had the cold feet i shoulndta
walked the altar, went to dion warwick she couldnt predict my future,
went with my feelings even though it wasent right, creepin with my
secret lover in the middle of the night, back home break of dawn,
dinners on the table thin line between love and hate is on cable, im
lookin at my self thinkin out loud im in LOVE with two women who is it
gonna be now
CHORUS
break it down right here, one love you lucky to have one love a sound
bug drinkin wine from the same jug, one heart one mind one soul she aint
a gold digger she dont care about your bank roll, keep ya money she make
her own cheddar all she wants from me is respect like aretha, cook me
lasagna, stay in for the winter shield till the summer now im gone till
november have you seen her i think i did but what i did wrong was take
her love for granted, 'cause first comes trust dont rush into lust easier
said then done i lust and i bust passion is a must but then we start cus
we was just makin love now we tearin up eachothers gut like species she
called me and animal so feel the tounge or the warm blooded mammal