Don't Do It

don't be knockin'
on my front door
don't pretend runnnin into me
at the grocery store
don't be a lurkin'
around my hootie hoo
or there'll be trouble
i'm tellin you

don't call me lover
when we aint made love
we only copulated
wern't no horns from above

don't be plantin'
no voodoo spell on me
don't tell no reporter
from A.B.C.
or i'll quit payin you
to tell your friends that i'm your man
cause i know that'll spoil
the huge evil plan