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K / K'Lee lyrics / 1+1+1 (It Ain't Two)


1+1+1 (It Ain't Two) Lyrics

by K'Lee

album: K'Lee (2002)

You must be crazy if you think I'm gonna be 
Stickin' around while you're messin' with somebody 
Your shit's at the door, boy, it's time you made like a tree 
Playtime is over and your ass is history 

While you're studying physical attraction 
I been workin' on your subtraction 
One to the two, the three, the four 
You better not come round here no more 

[Chorus]
I've learnt my lessons in the school of love 
If you only cheat once, boy, that's once too much 
So do the math while I'm leavin' you 
Cos one plus one plus one, it ain't two 

You must be crazy, boy, who do you think you are 
Treatin' our love like some twisted menage a trois 
I've done my homework and this time you've gone too far 
These ain't my panties and that ain't my skanky bra 

While you're gettin' your sex education 
I'll be smashin' your new Playstation 
One to the two, the three, the four 
You better not come round here no more 

[Chorus]
I've learnt my lessons in the school of love 
If you only cheat once, boy, that's once too much 
So do the math while I'm leavin' you 
Cos one plus one plus one, it ain't two 

I've learnt my lessons in the school of love 
If you only cheat once, boy, that's once too much 
So do the math while I'm leavin' you 
Cos one plus one plus one, it ain't two 

(One, two) 

You can't do the dirty and expect me to stay 
I got pride in myself and I won't be played 
So get gone, get gone, go on 
Pack your bags and get the hell on 

You can't do the dirty and expect me to stay 
I got pride in myself and I won't be played 
So get gone, get gone, go on 
Pack your bags and get the hell on 

[Chorus]
I've learnt my lessons in the school of love 
If you only cheat once, boy, that's once too much 
So do the math while I'm leavin' you 
Cos one plus one plus one, it ain't two 

I don't want your car, or your crib, or ya bank account 
You can keep your friends, and ya endz, cos I'm gettin' out 
I don't want your phone, or ya bone, you can keep that stuff 
I've had enough of your love, boy, I'm playin' rough


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