I can't stop thinking 'bout you anymore

Seems like I've had this dream before

No sense pretending that I understand

Your love is money in your hands

You never choose to compromise

Baby, baby, I

I saw you walking out the door

And now you've found what you're lookin for

Was it Diamonds after all



We lost our innocence Manhattan style

Two more statistics for the file

Well your love just ain't made for two



Find your strength in numbers baby



Socially you've got the rap down

Sweet talkin' all the boys in town

There's just one thing that you forgot

I'll tell you something

It's lonely at the top