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Has there been any word on an American woman,

Deborah Fletcher?

- As-Salaam-Alaikum. I'm alive!

- Al-Owhali. He needs to leave Kenya.

When people use my religion

to justify this shit, it affects me.

Don't tell me.

You have to leave. - I'm sorry.

- I know your feelings about church are complicated.

Would you ever consider taking communion again?

It's about future intention, not past sin.

- Write down the number you called after the bomb went off!

Write down the number!

Number he called after the bombing.

- This motherfucker Bin Laden isn't kidding around.

- That's why we have to act now.

- Let's do it.

- You got talked into bullshit by Tenet and Schmidt

who don't give a shit about my people

and what we're doing over there.

- It was the president's call.

- Bin Laden's laid a trap,

and we're walking right in and nibbling the cheese.

He wants to go to war.

President Omar al-Bashir lashed out at the U.S.,

describing last week's missile attack

on a Khartoum factory as an ugly crime.

Al-Bashir said U.S. President Bill Clinton

was a war criminal of the first degree

and blamed American intelligence services

for supplying him with false information.

He reasserted Sudan's claim that the destroyed factory

was involved solely in the manufacture of medicines.

Anti-U.S. protests continue on the streets of Khartoum.

In Cairo, the Arab League unanimously condemned

the U.S. strike on Khartoum,

describing it as a flagrant violation

of international law.

This was a pharmaceutical…

Ah.

For the treatment of humans and veterinary medicines

for the treatment of animals,

and certainly it was not at any stage being used

for the production of any agent they say

used in the manufacture of chemical weapons.

The Sudanese government has asked for an inspection team,

and it is now waiting to see that it gets one.

- You've been flagged for recent expense patterns.

Last week alone you submitted three separate receipts

from Elaine's…

the sum of which nearly exceeded

your monthly allotment.

- Look, it's not like I'm running

party buses heading to Foxwoods.

I'm having dinner and drinks with important people.

- But the Bureau simply can't cover what you're spending.

Also, you happen to be in serious debt.

- Are you going through my fuckin' credit cards?

Huh?

How long you been with the Bureau?

- Six months.

- What are you, 22, 23? - 26.

- Where you from? - Overland Park, Kansas.

- What's your first name, Nemtusiak?

- Jim.

- You saw the footage of the Embassy bombings, Jim?

The body parts? The rubble?

The blind office workers, glass blown into their brains?

- It was awful. - Jim, part of my job

is to host law enforcement agents from abroad

so that when we're on their turf,

whether its Nairobi, Tanzania, London, what have you,

they treat us right.

This is a small but very, very important part

of what I do.

- Sir, I totally understand that, um…

entertaining… - Hosting.

- I understand that hosting might be

a part of your job, but with all due respect,

you need to start living within your means.

As a veteran special agent, you're no doubt well aware

that unresolvable debt makes you a target

for enemy intelligence.

You need to get on top of it.

During the interrogation

of the Nairobi embassy bomber,

FBI Agent Robert Chesney was able to obtain

the first number he called after the explosion.

We passed that phone number to the CIA.

It was the home of Ahmed al-Hada.

Despite sharing our evidence

about the Hada phone with the CIA,

they never returned the favor.

From then on, the FBI had an impossible time

getting intelligence back about that phone.

- Yeah?

- Hada's phone is tapped.

- Proceed F.O.V. - Copy that.

Alec Station was holding back information,

and it was becoming an unfortunate pattern.

Demonstrators in Islamabad burned an effigy

of Clinton in condemnation of the U.S. missile attacks

in nearby Khost, Afghanistan.

Amid widespread protests,

the United States bolstered security at facilities

in all countries where there are likely

to be sympathizers of Bin Laden.

As anti-American feelings escalated across the world…

Al-Qaeda isn't a normal enemy force.

You can't just cut the head off the snake.

It's more pervasive.

It's like the "mercury" theme in "Terminator II."

- Never saw it.

- In the movie, the enemy, the T-1000,

which is an android assassin played by Robert Patrick,

has harnessed the properties of liquid metal,

which quickly disperses and reconstitutes.

Therefore, he is virtually impossible to defeat.

Bin Laden is espousing an ideology

that exists at the cellular level.

Cancer by its most basic definition is the multiplicity

of cells, and al-Qaeda is a cancer.

- You're starting to mix your metaphors.

- My point is that al-Qaeda is not gonna be defeated

by simply gunning down the boss.

To them, martyrdom is the purest kind of poetry.

It's beyond poetry.

It's eternity.

Each time we snuff a part of it out,

it will keep resurfacing.

It goes that deep.

Killing Bin Laden is only going to secure his legend

and inspire more and more martyrs.

- So I got a question.

These so-called martyrs.

They blow themselves to smithereens

in front of our embassies.

Is this "72 virgins" thing

really what they're expecting on the other side?

- Not merely 72 virgins, boss.

72 blonde and redheaded virgins

with beautiful breasts and mesmerizing eyes.

- Like Swedish girls?

- Swedish, German, Irish, Russian.

- So basically this is all about international pussy.

Who came up with this horseshit?

- It's not from the Koran.

Basically, it's urban legend.

- What do you make of it?

- I think it's preposterous

and far from the heart of Islam.

- "Blow yourself up and win the pussy" sweepstakes

is like consumer fraud

and, ironically, so fucking American.

- Yeah, but it does wonders for al-Qaeda recruitment.

- Your check, gentlemen.

- Bartender put these beers on here?

- He did. Take your time.

- Got it. - No, no, put…

- Boss, seriously… - Put… hey, hey.

Put your fucking money away, or I'll tear it up.

Here. Save it for a new pair of shoes.

- Why? - Seriously?

- Are they that bad?

- What are those, friggin' cross-trainers?

You look like you ump little league or something.

We gotta set you up with a good pair.

I know a guy.

- What do you wear?

- These are Bruno Magli.

They judge you by your shoes quicker than anything else.

You should start out with a pair of Harrises.

Ferragamo makes a nice loafer too.

- Sir, your card has been declined.

- Really? - I'm afraid so.

- That's all right, I got it.

So what you're proposing is that we bomb

a bird hunting expedition in Afghanistan.

- In the desert, approximately 12 miles south of Kandahar.

- And this party will consist of UAE princes,

unknown members of the Taliban…

- And possibly Bin Laden.

According to our source, the princes will be arriving

in a C-130 with numerous supplies

and approximately a dozen 4x4 pickups.

- And what are the pickups there for, exactly?

- They're being left as gratuities

for their Taliban hosts.

As soon as Bin Laden sets foot in that camp,

my source will report to our handler in Pakistan.

I'll have the intel on my desk within an hour.

- You realize there will be allies present

at this bird hunt. - They may be our allies,

but they're cavorting with the enemy.

- Martin, we're already dealing

with considerable blowback from Khost.

We don't need any more questionable targets

that haven't been thoroughly thought through.

- Sir, even if a few princes die,

we can get Bin Laden.

- I'm sorry, but can I say something?

- Please. - If we do this,

we might as well send al-Qaeda bronze Bin Laden statues

to erect in front of all their training camps.

Within days, there will be a million more recruits

ready to sign up.

Do you even understand the concept of martyrdom?

- Of course. I do.

- This isn't a war about one man.

Bin Laden is an ideologue,

not some plutocrat running a banana republic.

His people actually believe.

It's Bin Laden-ism we're up against,

not just Bin Laden.

- Martin, I have to say that I agree with John on this one.

- You are making a mistake, sir.

- You can't even guarantee that Bin Laden will be there.

There's simply too much risk.

- Someday this administration will be remembered

for the risks it didn't take

and the nerve it didn't have.

What are we gonna say to the American widows

who want to know what could have been done

to protect their husbands?

- Does your unit at Alec Station

have any other intel that I-49 should know about?

Anything from that phone number we gave you?

- You're getting everything we're getting.

- Bless me Father, for I have sinned.

My last confession was, um…

well, it was quite a while ago.

- How long are we talking about?

- I'm afraid it's been years.

- Okay, then.

May the Lord be in your heart

and help you to confess your sins with true sorrow.

- Father, the truth is, I'm in sort of a bind.

I'm married, but I'm in love with another woman.

She's actually a member of your church.

- You're Liz Egan's friend. - I am.

- Did she send you to me? - She did.

I-I told her I wanted to start taking communion again.

She advised that I come talk to you.

But the truth is,

you're actually more than friends,

and she isn't aware of your current situation,

and you're here looking for advice.

- That's correct, Father.

- Well, you'd better tell her the truth about your wife.

I've known Liz a long time.

I served that girl her first communion.

Honesty is everything to her.

- I-I plan on telling her very soon,

but first I need to get out

of my marriage with minimal damage.

My current wife is extremely devoted to her faith,

and I'm seeing her for dinner this week.

I was hoping we could start a dialogue.

- I'm afraid divorce in the Catholic Church

doesn't occur without consequence.

And annulling a marriage is a long and difficult process.

And perhaps the single most important aspect

of this process

is that it needs to be mutual.

- Here we have a 13th century illustration

from the Book of Games.

A Christian and a Muslim playing chess.

It's a game of strategy modeled on war.

You can play it fast. You can play it slow.

A single game can last for days.

The game of chess originated in India

and made its way to Europe

by way of Islamic

and Byzantine transmission

by the 11th century.

In literature there's strong evidence of Muslim influence

in Christian masterworks.

- Those are the Gancio Bit loafers by Ferragamo.

The finest black patent leather.

Would you like to try them on?

- Um… how much?

- Those are currently on sale for 425.

And six calls in Kuala Lumpur.

Who the hell is this Ahmed Al-Hada?

- And why is he getting all these calls?

- They're coming in from Afghanistan.

Pakistan. Malaysia.

- Is this guy at the level of UBL?

- He obviously has some kind of power.

You're so skinny.

Don't they feed you in New York?

- I promise you I eat like a horse.

The city takes the weight off you.

- New clothes, by the way.

Thank you, Mama.

- And those shoes. I thought the government didn't pay you well.

- I find the bargains.

What's this?

- What does it look like?

- She's taking the veil?

- I hope you're going to mosque.

- I have been recently.

- How's school? - School's fine.

When did you start wearing that?

- Last month. You don't approve?

- No, no, I approve.

I'm just surprised.

- Come make a plate before Mom gets very, very disappointed.

- Hey.

Make sure you fill it up.

- Hi. - You must be Ali.

- I am. And you are? - Foziah.

- So you know my sister?

- I know your sister and your mother.

I moved to Scranton three years ago.

- You have a Lebanese accent.

You have a good ear.

- Beirut?

- Zahlah.

- So what brought you to the States?

- Uh, my studies. I'm in nursing school.

Just finished my third semester.

- Congratulations. Is it going well?

- So far, yes.

Your sister says you live in New York.

- In Brooklyn. Have you been?

- Uh, last year during semester break I visited

for the weekend.

I went ice skating in Rockefeller Center,

which was fun, although I fell down more

than all the children.

Mostly just felt like a stupid tourist,

but I would like to someday live there.

- Everyone dreams of New York City.

- I see you two have finally met.

Willa, stop picking at your green beans.

This isn't an art project.

- How's soccer practice?

- All we do is run.

Well, conditioning's important.

You don't want to run out of gas late in the second period.

- Half. - What?

- Soccer has two halves.

- Hockey has periods. - Right.

Dinner was terrific.

That meatloaf.

- The girls love seeing you.

- Well, I'm not so sure about that.

Celia can barely look at me.

- She's just going through a phase.

- Yeah, what, an anti-Dad phase?

I smiled at her.

She practically turned to stone.

- She misses you.

She's just shy about it.

You staying the night?

I'm happy to make up the sofa for you.

- I gotta work early in New York,

then I'm headed to D.C.

I think I'll pay a visit to Cardinal Hickey.

- Why are you going to see Cardinal Hickey?

Is his health okay? - Routine visit.

I'll bring him some cigars, shoot the breeze.

He did marry us, after all.

- He certainly did.

Please give him my best.

And what kind of a bird hunt is this?

They're hunting the houbara bustard.

It's an endangered bird

known for its speed and cunning,

as well as its potency as an aphrodisiac.

- So you want to launch a missile

at a campsite that includes UAE royal falconers.

- Yes, sir, they'll be encamped in the desert

just south of Kandahar.

And I believe the probability

of dispatching UBL is extraordinary.

- Have you pitched this to Richard Clarke?

- I'm pitching it to you.

- Why aren't you in Leonard Bliss' office?

He's your immediate superior.

This is extremely time-sensitive.

Sir, um…

if we're serious about neutralizing al-Qaeda,

I really believe this is an incredibly important moment.

We may never have another shot as clear as we do now.

I'm getting hourly updates from Pakistan that say

that Bin Laden is going to be there.

- Martin, the chain of command is an important,

I would even say essential, system

for effective agency function.

Would you agree with that assertion?

- Even the finest of systems has its flaws.

- Is that so? - In physics…

there is, well, degradation in an isolated system.

For instance,

when two billiard balls collide,

there is consequence.

The energy available for more work is lessened.

Momentum is compromised.

- Are you suggesting there's some degradation

here at the Agency? - No, sir, but at times,

there may be a lack of momentum.

- Martin.

Might I make a suggestion?

- Of course.

Save your physics metaphors

for later in life

when you are regaling naive college students

about your legendary time at the Agency.

Use the chain of command. It exists for a reason.

In other words…

get the hell out of my office.

Leonard Bliss, please.

George Tenet.

Hey, Leonard.

Guess who was just in my office.

"Qimma" means "mountaintop" or "peak."

What mountain?

Why are they going to a mountain?

- I doubt they're into hang gliding.

Qimma, qimma, qimma…

it's like "Aqaba" from "Lawrence of Arabia."

- "Aqaba, Aqaba, Aqaba…"

- Oh, I love all the camels in that movie.

The camels? What about Peter O'Toole?

Doesn't he have just the bluest eyes?

And they really surge when the Bedouins

give him those desert robes to wear.

I think he looks like Julie Andrews half the time.

Well, and then there's Anthony Quinn

wearing all that fake tanner.

"My mother mated with a scorpion."

"Aqaba…"

- What is it?

- It's not the messenger.

They're not calling him. It's the message.

Ahmed al-Hada is the goddamn al-Qaeda switchboard.

- Hada's the conduit? - He's simply…

relaying messages.

- Summit!

Wait, what about summit?

- Qimma is not mountaintop.

- But it is mountaintop. - It's a homonym.

- That's the literal translation from Arabic.

- Qimma means mountaintop, but it also means summit.

- A summit meeting. - In Malaysia.

All roads lead to Southeast Asia.

- Qimma…

Ready! Aim!

Fire!

- Vince Stuart. - What's a guy got to do to get

a good 12-ounce filet around here?

- Boss.

How's life on the walrus farm?

- They're wearing sweaters in August.

They don't even know what season we're in.

It's 82 degrees outside. They never leave the building.

You have no idea how glad I am to hear your voice.

- You got anything for me on this Hada guy?

- Hold on. I'll call you right back.

- Excuse me.

- Talk to me. - Boss, I got nothin'.

They're slugging me out on all the cables.

They fucking close the blinds

every time I walk by the conference room.

What about Toni-Ann?

- Same situation, they…

They treat us like we're their friggin' hostages.

- Listen to me.

You and Toni-Ann keep a low profile.

I'm gonna see what I can come up with on my end.

A redundancy?

I'm the one who's been leading this thing.

- Oh, yeah? As I see it, you're leading Alec Station

into a wild goose chase of absurdity.

It's like watching the Marx Brothers.

"Animal Crackers" makes more sense to me!

Look what happened in Khost.

Or should I say, what didn't happen.

Zawahiri's probably laughing at us

in some fucking shag-carpeted cave in the Tora Bora.

- Well, you can't fire me, Leonard.

You can move me to the broom closet,

you can make me process meaningless cables all day,

but you cannot fire me.

Once in the Agency, always in the Agency, right?

- Ahmed al-Hada. What's the update?

- I'm trading calls with Alec Station.

- You're trading? - Well, I'm calling.

They're not calling me back.

- How many times have you tried?

- Five. I'm happy to keep at it.

- No, don't worry about it.

Thanks, Margie.

Could you close the door on your way out?

- U.S. Attorney's office. - Mary Jo White, please.

John O'Neill, line one.

- John O'Neill, the best dressed Bureau man

since James B. Adams.

- How are you, Mary Jo? - I'm sleep deprived

but hanging in there.

- Well, show me a United States attorney

that gets eight hours' sleep at night

and I'll show you a flying rhinoceros.

Hey, as long as the Yankees keep winning,

I got nothing to complain about.

- Yeah, let's hope they don't blow it in the postseason

like they did last year.

- Not a chance. Not this team.

We got the secret weapon.

- Yeah? Who's that? - Chuck Knoblauch.

He's like the human Swiss Army knife,

can do a little bit of everything.

How are you, John?

- To be honest, no so great. - Talk to me.

- I'm trying to get the take from a suspect in Yemen

that I believe is linked to Bin Laden and al-Qaeda,

but the jackimoes over at Alec Station

are being stingy.

I even got two people working in their unit,

but they're completely icing them out.

I'm at the end of my rope here.

- Did you call the counterterrorism AD?

I did, and been calling Alec Station all day,

but, you know, I'm running out of patience.

- What about Louis Freeh?

- The utterance of his name alone

is like a knife in my spleen.

That bad, huh?

- In all seriousness, Mary Jo,

I'm getting low on options here.

Is there someone you can talk to at Justice?

I gotta have whatever intel

they might have on this guy in Yemen.

His name is Ahmed al-Hada.

- I'm writing that name down now.

Ahmed al-Hada.

John…

I'd be happy to put in a call to Janet Reno for you.

- I'm buying you dinner at Delmonico's.

- But I can't promise you anything.

- Jeff. - Jim.

- Jim, right. What can I do for you?

- Um… maybe we should, uh, go into your office.

- No, we shouldn't.

- Okay, then, uh… - What's this?

- It's a report that shows your credit card was declined

at Duane Street Tavern the other night.

- Do me a favor and nod once and walk away from me.

- Wh…

- Nod one time,

and walk…

away.

Fucking mosquito.

Shred that.

- I hate to say it, John, but…

regarding your prospects with Elizabeth,

you're looking at an uphill battle.

In order to remarry within the Church,

you have to first nullify your current marriage.

It sounds like Maria isn't necessarily gonna cooperate.

- She's still hanging on. To what, I don't know.

- She obviously still loves you.

- Oh, we've been over for a long time, Cardinal.

- When you and Maria got married,

you took an oath before God,

and there are consequences for breaking that oath.

If the marriage is not properly nullified,

then not only can you not remarry within the church

but you cannot receive the Holy Eucharist.

- What about Maria?

Would she be able to take communion?

- No, not under these circumstances.

- But my abandoning the marriage,

it wasn't… that wasn't her fault.

- Unfortunately, God does not see it that way.

- Well, Maria has to take communion.

It's that important to her.

- As it should be.

You came to me today looking for a loophole.

Well, we are in Washington.

- You sure there's not some little crack in the magisterium

that would allow Maria to maintain her good standing?

- Well…

if you were to die.

How's that for a loophole?

John, if you're serious about marrying Elizabeth,

talk to your wife.

- He bivouacs among the stacks.

- Cast out like Quasimodo.

- From the ladies and me.

- Worried I'll get scurvy?

- In China, an orange symbolizes life,

a new beginning.

- Then I better not eat it.

- Martin, you started this.

Nobody else at the Agency foresaw

what's happening with al-Qaeda.

You are the prophet.

We wouldn't have gotten the Hada phone

or the Malaysia meeting

without your leadership, your vision.

Every single person at Alec Station is devoted

to cracking this thing.

The ladies and I are working around the clock,

and we're constantly asking ourselves,

"What would Martin think?"

- What about Bliss? - Bliss…

is a coat hanger with a cheap shirt on it.

He has nothing of your knowledge and instinct.

And fuck Bliss.

Right now, I'm here with you,

and I will keep coming to see you,

and I'll bring you news of our progress.

You have my undivided devotion, Martin.

You have to believe me.

- I believe you.

Glory be to Allah.

It is as if Allah himself has sent you to us.

- As Saudi citizens…

you can easily acquire U.S. visas.

- So my sister introduces me to this woman.

She's clearly Lebanese. Speaks excellent English.

Very good accent. - What's her name?

- Foziah. She's new to Scranton.

So we're having a perfectly nice conversation

when my mother interrupts.

She is so pleased we're finally talking.

It turns out the whole thing is a setup.

- Like a setupsetup. - Yeah.

- What did you think of her? Was she nice?

- She was very nice.

- Pretty? - She was pretty.

- Good body?

- She seemed fit.

But I couldn't really tell.

She wore long pants and a blouse.

Well, it's all about the collarbones.

If they're pronounced, it usually means

that they have a good body.

Good collarbones, good ass.

Fuzzy?

- Foziah.

- What did you and Foziah talk about?

- The food. The company. Her studies.

She's enrolled in the nursing program at the local college.

What?

- What are you doing right now?

- I'm, um, telling you about

my visit to my mother's house.

Look…

I like you, Ali.

I really do. I like you a lot.

But I have to be honest with you.

I don't… I don't really understand

what's going on right now.

I mean, you're, like, this incredibly handsome,

seemingly thoughtful, seemingly soulful,

uh… enigma.

All I know about you is that you grew up in Beirut,

you lived through the civil war,

and that you work for the government

in some mysterious, classified way.

- All of this is true.

- And then every time we get together,

your phone eventually rings,

and you get pulled away on some job thing.

- Every time?

- We've been on three dates, and it's happened three times.

- It's off.

- I guess what I'm wondering is,

what exactly do you want from me?

Do you want to be my buddy? 'Cause we could do that.

We could, like, get together once a week,

drink 40s, play video games,

down a few pints of Haagen Dazs.

We could do the crossword puzzle.

- Heather, I'm trying to tell you about my life.

- But like a buddy. - Not like a buddy.

- You just spent the last five minutes

telling me about Franzia.

- Foziah. - Whatever her name is.

That's what buddies do.

They tell each other anecdotes about their dating lives.

- I have absolutely no interest in Foziah.

- Pretty, well-spoken, nicely put together Foziah?

- I'm positive, and I don't want to play video games

with you either, okay? - Really? Are you sure?

Because there's this new game out on PlayStation.

"Gran Turismo."

High-end car racing.

Apparently the graphics are super lifelike.

My students are raving about it.

- Seriously, Heather.

I definitely want us to be more than buddies.

- Oh, really?

Do you want to talk more about that?

- I would do things. With you.

To you. With…

fervent intensity and great care.

- Oh.

Okay, then.

Are you still hungry?

- Why?

- Would you like some ice cream? - No.

I want to take you home.

To my place.

Where there are no video games.

- They are acting as if we are the chosen ones.

- Why are you doubting this?

- I'm not.

- You don't looked convinced.

- Hoda is pregnant.

- Then Allah will take care of her.

- I could watch you sleep all morning.

- Is it…

sort of like watching a homeless guy

who passes out at the movies?

- Not at all.

- Was I snoring? Thrashing around?

- No, the opposite. You…

you hardly even move.

By the way…

It looks like I might be moving to New York.

- New York City?

- No, New York, South Dakota.

Of course, New York City.

Lou wants me to manage one of our new branches

in the East Village.

- That's great news, Sher.

Congratulations.

- You have beautiful collarbones,

by the way.

♪ Shorty, I'm there ♪ ♪ for you anytime you need me ♪

♪ For real, girl, it's me ♪ ♪ in your world, believe me ♪

♪ Nothin' make a man ♪ ♪ feel better than a woman ♪

♪ Queen with a crown ♪ ♪ that be down for whatever ♪

♪ There are few things ♪ ♪ that's forever, my lady ♪

♪ We can make war ♪ ♪ or make babies ♪

♪ Back when I was nothing ♪

♪ You made a brother feel like ♪ ♪ he was something ♪

♪ That's why I'm with you to ♪ ♪ this day, boo, no frontin' ♪

♪ Even when the skies were gray ♪ ♪ you would rub me on my back ♪

♪ And say, "Baby, ♪ ♪ it'll be okay" ♪

♪ Now that's real to a brother ♪ ♪ like me, baby ♪

♪ Never, ever ♪ ♪ give my cootie away ♪

♪ And keep it tight, aight ♪

♪ And I'ma walk these dogs ♪ ♪ so we can live ♪

♪ In a fat ass crib ♪ ♪ with thousands of kids ♪

♪ Word life, you don't need ♪ ♪ a ring to be my wife ♪

♪ Just be there for me ♪ ♪ and I'ma make sure we ♪

♪ Be livin' in the effing ♪ ♪ lap of luxury ♪

♪ I'm realizing that you didn't ♪ ♪ have to funk with me ♪

♪ But you did ♪ ♪ now I'm going all out, kid ♪

♪ And I got mad love to give, ♪ ♪ you my nigga ♪

♪ You're all I need ♪

♪ To get by ♪

♪ All I need ♪

♪ And you don't stop ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah ♪

♪ You're all I need ♪

♪ Cootie and the chick ♪

♪ Like sweet morning dew ♪

♪ I took one look at you ♪

♪ And it was plain to see, ♪ ♪ you were my destiny ♪

♪ With you I'll spend my time ♪

♪ I'll dedicate my life ♪

♪ I'll sacrifice for you ♪

♪ Dedicate my life to you ♪

♪ I got a Love Jones ♪

♪ For your body ♪ ♪ and your skin tone ♪

♪ Five minutes alone, ♪ ♪ I'm already on the bone ♪

♪ Plus I love the fact ♪ ♪ you got a mind of your own ♪

♪ No need to shop around, ♪ ♪ you got the good stuff at home ♪

♪ Even if I'm locked up, ♪ ♪ knowing you in the world ♪

♪ Rocking three-fourths ♪ ♪ of cloth ♪

♪ Never showing your stuff off, ♪ ♪ boo ♪

♪ It be true, me for you, ♪ ♪ that's how it is ♪

♪ I'll be your Noah, ♪ ♪ you be my Wiz ♪

♪ I'm your mister, ♪ ♪ you my missus ♪

♪ With hugs and kisses ♪

♪ Valentine cards ♪ ♪ and birthday wishes? ♪

♪ Please, we on another level ♪ ♪ of planning ♪

♪ Of understanding the bond ♪ ♪ between man and woman ♪

♪ And child, ♪ ♪ the highest elevation ♪

♪ 'Cause we above all that ♪ ♪ romance crap ♪

♪ Just show your love ♪