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're all that, 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 tryna see me or you need glasses
I make passes, you still don't get the picture
Tell me baby--what does it 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 some line that I'm givin' 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 tryna play me?

You used to pay a visit, I ask myself what is it
You used to be gentle, polite and quite exquisite
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, and or maybes
So why you tryna play me