Oh, the grass is green everywhere you look
With so many girls out there I could write a book
That one's ass is leaner, this one's like Serena
But I think your silhouette is meaner
And even though you got no rest
Well, to me you look the best
I confess, I wanna go home and get you undressed
You see, your problems of self esteem
Could be self-fulfilling prophecies
So probably the best policy is to talk to me
You stop looking OVER YOUR SHOULDER
‘Cause if it was up to me, I would make you feel right
You stop looking OVER YOUR SHOULDER
‘Cause if it was up to me, I would make you feel right
OVER YOUR SHOULDER
You know it's what you're searching for
OVER YOUR SHOULDER
You don't have to look anymore