Down at the bar Saturday night,

scopin’ out the sweet girls all ‘round.

Dollar beer as I check out the sights,

ask if the seat next to you is taken.

A little smooth talk,

I don’t look down at your breasts.

I listen to your bullshit like a friend,

see that’s how I pass your test.

You see I’m not here for sex

so you buy me my next round,

and four beers later,

we’re headed to your house.

I treat you like a person

and you think I really care.

It’s round ‘bout midnight

when I finally win

and hear those magic words:

“Are ya hungry?”

Baby, I’m not using you for sex

I’m just usin’ you for food.

‘Cause when you’re a poor boy

who grew up like I did,

there’s two bucks in your wallet

means you gotta scam a meal.

By one, we’re eatin’ lasagna –

got enough here for four or five,

scarfin’ it down on the couch

like it’s all that’s keeping me alive.

Yeah, you know that I’m from the hood.

And this playa, he’s gettin’ the goods.

And you know, when we go to sleep after,

you’ll be the one upset at no sex.

When you asked me I just told you

‘bout a broken heart an’ shit like that.

‘Cause this playa got what he came for:

he is sleepin’ full tonight!

Your eyes are like strawberries

and your ass like two pies.

You may just be a piece of meat to me

but I don’t care ‘bout your thighs.

Baby I’m not usin’ you for sex (no no no)

I’m just usin’ you for food

When they said they looked like watermelons,

they sure weren’t lyin’.

Ask a woman for a b.j.

and she’ll never want to give in.

But tell a woman that you’re hungry

and she’ll leap to make ya smile.

They just want a caring man

and that’s just what I am.

‘Cause when you’re a poor boy

who’s had more lays than meals,

when your stomach’s like a plague,

you gotta do whatever you can.

We’re not talkin’ ‘bout gettin’ laid;

we’re talkin’ ‘bout survival.

So, baby, I’m not usin’ you for sex

I’m just usin’ you for food

You may just be a piece of meat to me

but I don’t care ‘bout your thighs.

Baby, I’m not usin’ you for sex

I’m just usin’ you for food

You may just be a piece of meat to me

but I don’t care ‘bout your thighs.

Now baby, I’m not usin’ you for sex

I am using you, but only for food

Baby, I’m not usin’ you for sex

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