All the grass is greener everywhere you look
So many girls out there I could write a book
That one’s ass is leaner
This one’s like Serena
But I think your silhouette is meaner
And even though you’ve got small breasts
But to me they look the best
I confess
I wanna go home and get you undressed
See your problems of self esteem
Can be self-fulfilling prophecies
So probably your best policy is to talk to me
Stop looking over your shoulder
Cause if it was up to me I would make you feel right
Over your shoulder
Love is what you’re searching for
Over your shoulder
You don’t have to look anymore
