Good evening, ladies and gentlemen
This one's for the clubs

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Well, I took myself on to the doctor
Wasn't feeling fine
I had a fever, hundred and four
Oh, that blew my mind
Must be I had enough
'Bout to explode from the gossip, I said
Thought my friend had my back
Just to stab, oh, yeah
Hurts so bad when I talk
Wanna take something, numb the pain
I know it ain't right
Come face to face with her
I gotta tell her how I feel inside, lord

(Oh, yeah, there's something you said)

Ooh-hoo (uh)
You ain't right
(I'll never trust that girl) ooh-oh
Ooh-hoo
Sick and tired
(She was my best friend)
Yeah, yeah, yeah

The doctor said he'd give me something
And I'd be alright
I still feel queasy, feel uneasy
No more drugs for me
Friendships I cherish, oh
Let very few in the circle I said
These walls I don't let down
Not very easily
Some friends you grow old with
They'll be there until the very end
I do believe that
But not with her like I thought
I let her in and I'll get stabbed again, nah

(She hurt me real bad, y'all)
Ooh-hoo (i can't deal with her again)
You ain't right
(I'll never trust that girl)
Ooh-hoo (I'll never trust that girl)
Sick and tired
(She was my best friend)
(She was my best friend)
Ooh-hoo (you know)
You ain't right
Ooh-hoo
Sick and tired
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

(Let me play)
(Let me play)
(Can I play?)

This one's for the clubs
Uh

Ooh-hoo
You ain't right
(I'll never trust that girl)
Ooh-hoo (oh, jimmy, yeah)
Sick and tired
(I'm sick of her) yeah, yeah, yeah
Ooh-hoo
You ain't right
(I'll never trust that girl)
Ooh-hoo
Sick and tired
Yeah, yeah, yeah (she was my best friend)

Copyright: JANET JACKSON DBA BLACK ICE, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Dana Stinson, James Harris Iii, Janet Jackson, Terry Lewis