Hon E man Hon E man

I've got to be the victim of your weekend vows

Hon E man Hon E man

I've got to be the victim of your weekend vows

Only to discover loneliness aroused

Shades of your past begin to stir the heat

Roll over, baby, and get off my satin sheets

Dig up!

Hon E man Hon E man Hon E man Hon E man

Baby, never in my life in the time I've been with you

Has anyone had the ability to make me feel so blue

If you lost my number, that's a story to be told

The candle burn at both ends, baby, when niggaz get to bold

I might take things to serious or maybe not at all

It's just that I'm so curious when love bounces from wall to wall

Little girls who sleep at night are better left to dream

I've just seen to many movies, baby, if you know what I mean

Dig up!

Hon E man Hon E man Hon E man Hon E man

I've got to be the victim of your weekend vows

Only to discover loneliness aroused

Shades of your past begin to stir the heat

Roll over, baby, get off my satin sheets

Dig up!

He's gonna be missin' the small details

Like the way he moves in his glove

One finger at a time

Hon E man Hon E man

Dig up!

Come on, sugar, uh!

Uh, play your horn

Good God, dig up!