Y-Ya-Tryin To Play Me-Da Youngsta's

Roses are red and violets are blue I never met a girl that's quite like you You- I think about you all day Sometimes I wanna chat when I see you in the hallway In school in between classes You're either not tryina see me or you need glasses I make passes, you still don't get the picture Tell me baby- take to get with ya Starin at the ceiling cause all I do is daydream I ain't playin but - what I'm sayin may seem Like - that I'm - to ya I'm like a magnet, always stickin to ya Yet you still show no affection You don't even look in my direction So what's up with that, baby? I got a question, why you tryina play me? - used to pay - visit - what is it You used to be gentle, polite and quite excuisite It's strange, changed like the weather We stood together like two birds of a feather Now it's like you never saw me You don't even take the time to try to call me I'm willin to give it another try But what's up with that other guy? You thought I was slippin You better get a grip and stop trippin Fancy clothes and cars don't flatter me I ain't the one to get charged like a battery You tried to use to get what you want You know you're with it, so don't front That's word, no ifs, ands or maybes So why you tryina play me As I watch rain drip off the paine- of my window Girls be tryina play me like Nintendo But that's only if I let 'em Maybe that's why I try not to sweat 'em Even if you're beautiful I still rather chill with a girl that's suitable Not sayin I'm all that and some I want a girl that's not out for my income Someone intelligent and - smart Not the kind that'll play with your mind and break your heart But still I'm tryina figure out what happened Out of the blue you start snappin Givin up a dumb excuse Tellin your friends you cut me loose So what's up with that, baby I got a question, why you try to play me?