Count Me Out [live in New York City]

Let's get into some funk
Yeah

I got a bone to pick
Somethin' I started noticin' about you
I get suspicious
You switched up all your lipstick for somethin' new
You claim you're innocent
You say I'm losin' it and you're right
But I saw you getting out of a Mazda Miata last night
That ain't your ride

I'll never get by on just enough
I'm still reachin' out, he gets to touch
You got me on the side with half a love, oh
But now I can see

That it's you and me and somebody else
Is it two or three? I never can tell
Something's just not adding up between
You and me and somebody else
Count me out (count me out)
Count me out (count me out)
Count me out (count me out)
Count me out

And in the bedroom
You're trying all these new tricks I don't know
Where'd you get that from?
Ha, phone blowin' up
But none of your friends are 310
Check it out

I'll never get by on just enough
I'm still reachin' out, he gets to touch
You got me on the side with half a love, oh
But now I can see

That it's you and me and somebody else
Is it two or three? I never can tell
Something's just not adding up between
You and me and somebody else
Count me out (count me out)
Count me out (count me out)
Count me out (count me out)
Count me out
(Funk it up one time, let's go)