Ain't No Other Man – Christina Aguilera
I could feel it from the start,
Couldn't stand to be apart.
Something 'bout you caught my eye,
Something moved me deep inside!
I don't know what you did boy but you had it
And I've been hooked ever since.
I told my mother, my brother, my sister and my friends
I told the others, my lovers, both past and present tense.
That every time I see you everything starts making sense.
Ain't no other man, can stand up next to you
Ain't no other man on the planet does what you do
You're the kinda guy, a girl finds in a blue moon.
You got soul, you got class.
You got style, you bad ass - oh yeah!
Ain't no other man its true - alright -
Ain't no other man but you.
Never thought I'd be alright,'till you came and changed my life.
What was cloudy now is clear! You're the light that I needed.
You got what I want boy, and I want it! So keep on givin' it up!
Tell your mother, your brother, your sister, and your friends.
And the others, your lovers, better not be present tense.
'Cause I want everyone to know that you are mine and no one else's!
Ain't no other man, can stand up next to you
Ain't no other man on the planet does what you do
You're the kinda guy, a girl finds in a blue moon.
You got soul, you got class.
You got style, you bad ass - oh yeah!
Ain't no other man it's true - alright -
Ain't no other man but you.
You are there when I'm a mess
Talk me down from every ledge
Give me strength, boy you're the best
You're the only one who's ever passed every test
Ain't no other man, can stand up next to you
Ain't no other man on the planet does what you do
You're the kinda guy, a girl finds in a blue moon.
You got soul, you got class.
You got style with ya bad ass - oh yeah!
Ain't no other man it's true - alright -
Ain't no other man but you.
And now I'm tellin you son, ain't no other man but you
Ain't no other man, can stand up next to you
Ain't no other man on the planet does what you do
You're the kinda guy, a girl finds in a blue moon.
You got soul, you got class.
You got style ya bad ass - oh yeah!
Ain't no other man it's true - alright -
Ain't no other man but you.
George was fucked.
She had this continually creeping feeling that she was just too attached to Rube—hundred-something year old Rube, with his strange jackets, white running shoes and eccentric shirts. And his fucking wisdom. She'd look across the table every morning and he'd be doing a crossword puzzle or reading some book about some aspect of the world she'd never given a second thought to. Like painting. Who read huge-ass books on painting? And made it sound intriguing?
She'd been reaping for a few years now, and she'd never met another man exactly like him. Tré-Rube. Never met a man who could convey humor with the barest twitch of his lips or the fucking twinkle in his eyes.
For the umpteenth time she wished Betty were here; she could really use some older sister advice. Or hell, even a listening ear to hear all the fucking fantastic things about Rube George couldn't let go of. Eloquent, understanding, hilarious, gorgeous, frustrating, fucking Rube! Fucking Rube? Shit, don't go there!
George was, without a doubt, absolutely, irrevocably fucked.