Leftovers

If you think about him how you think about me That shit ain't gonna last, oh no, baby If you keep the score, count it, one, two, three Shit ain't gonna work, oh no, let's see Got a new boy, I've heard from friends I don't keep tabs on you, it's them Can't let you go, if I don't move So, they keep up-to-date with you You are no fun unless you get some But, you can't f*ck unless you're in love I hope he knows that you're just my Leftovers (Leftover, yeah, ay) Seconds and thirds Eat it up, girl I don't want anymore, now it's your turn I'll let him feast My spirit haunting I'm finally at peace, so, I'll let him be Take it to go Take him out on the floor Dance all night to that song that you adore Not my problem I gave it up, and My Leftovers now belong to him I heard you're done, he left you like me Pass you on to your next baby Won't take long, maybe one or two weeks This one might actually be for keeps Can't validate though, I hear it from friends I don't keep tabs on you, it's them Can't let you go, if I don't move So, they keep up-to-date with you You are no fun unless you get some But, you can't f*ck unless you're in love I hope he knows that you're just my Leftovers (Leftover, yeah, ay) Seconds and thirds Eat it up, girl I don't want anymore, now it's your turn I'll let him feast My spirit haunting I'm finally at peace, so, I'll let him be When he licks the plate, does he taste something that wasn't there? Can he see that you've been shared? Does he feel somebody else has been there? 'Cause you're my Leftovers, yeah