Me And Mr. Jones

Nobody stands, In between me and my man, It's me And Mr Jones. (Me and Mr Jones). Verso 1: () What kind of, Fuckery is this? You made me miss, The Slick Rick gig. (Oh Slick Rick). You thought I didn't, Love you when I did, (When I did). Can't believe you, Played me out like that. Verso 2: No you ain't worth, Guest list, Plus one of all, Them girls you kiss. (All them girls). You can't keep lying, To your-self like this, (To your-self). Can't be-lieve, You played your-self, Like this. Bridge 1: Rulers one thing, But come Brixton, Nobody stands, In be-tween me and my man, 'Cos it's me and Mr Jones, (Me and Mr Jones). Verso 3: () What kind of, Fuckery are we? Nowa-days you don't, Mean dick to me. (Dick to me). I might let you, Make it up to me, (Make it up). Who's playing Saturday? Verse 3: () What kind of, Fuckery are you? Side from Sammy you're, My best black Jew. But I could swear that, We were through, (We were through). I still want to wonder, 'Bout the things you do. Bridge 2: Mr Destiny, 9 and 14. Nobody stands, In be-tween me and my man, 'Cos it's me and Mr Jones, Me and Mr Jo...nes.