Letra de Get Busy

What I am, what I am getting older What I need is a man by my sholder What I am, what you are, All right, I'm sick of your lies there! Look at me, look at me growin' colder Ewery day I get a little bolder. What I am, what you are, All right I'm sick of you lies there! And when you lie there, why must I lie there?! Why am I,why am I feeling stronger? Now the days and the nights getting longer What I am, what you are, All right I'm sick of your lies there And when you lie there,why must I lie there?! But I thy to survive in a whore's dress Something I'm getting out three keeps me good-bless My mother told me priest just told me Too fast and you'll spend your life paying out. My brother's getting sicker, sicker While my pretty sister sits there Bitchin' 'bout my figure. Time to move and get away, get away And open up to your freedom today... And when you lie there, why must I lie there?!