HE SAID SHE SAID
D.O.C. Nasty Lyrics
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It's been a year, six months
Two weeks and a day, oh oh
My love has gone away
Expecting me to wait
Should I wait?
No telephone calls, no telegrams
Where are you?
You know I need someone who's warm
Loving, kind, caring and strong
So, where are you, where are you?
He, he, he said
Said he's coming back for me
Should I wait?
He, he, he said
Said he's coming back for me
Oh, oh, oh, oh
What you're doing is cruel
It's hurting bad
I feel, feel like a fool, oh
I have more life to live
Plenty of love to give
Why should I wait?
Oh see, there's no sign of a letter
No telephone calls, no telegrams
Where are you?
You know I need someone who's warm
Loving, kind, caring and strong
So, where are you, where are you?
He, he, he said
Said he's coming back for me
Should I wait?
He, he, he said
Said he's coming back for me
Oh, oh, oh, oh
He, he, he said
Said he's coming back for me
Silly fool, I believed
He, he, he said
Said he's coming back for me
Oh, oh, oh, oh
(What, what did I do?)
He, he, he said
He told me it wouldn't be long
Look at all the time that's gone
He, he, he said
(I can't go on this way)
Not another day
Oh, oh, oh, oh
(I don't know what to do?)
He, he, he said
( I just can't forget you)
Even though I, I want to
(It's been such a long time)
He, he, he said
Still, I just can't get you out of my mind
Oh, oh, oh, oh
The lyrics to D.O.C. Nasty's "He Said She Said" are about a woman who has been waiting for her lover to return but after a year, six months, two weeks, and one day, he has not made any contact. She questions if she should wait for him since he left with the expectation that she would wait for him. However, she expresses that she needs someone who is warm, loving, kind, caring, and strong. She is hurt by the situation and feels like a fool, but decides that she has more life to live and should not wait any longer. The chorus repeats several times, with the woman questioning whether she should wait for her lover as he had promised he would come back for her.
The lyrics seem to suggest that the woman is conflicted about what to do. On the one hand, she still loves her lover and maybe wants to believe that he will come back for her. On the other hand, she recognizes that waiting indefinitely is not fair to herself and that she needs someone who is present and committed. The repetition of the chorus emphasizes the confusion and emotional turmoil the woman is experiencing as she tries to make a decision about whether to wait or move on.
Overall, the lyrics to "He Said She Said" are a poignant expression of the pain and difficulty of waiting for someone who may never come back. They capture the conflicting feelings of love and longing, as well as the desire for closure and the need to move forward.
Line by Line Meaning
Can I go on this way?
Am I able to continue living like this?
It's been a year, six months Two weeks and a day, oh oh
It has been a long time since the one I love left.
My love has gone away Expecting me to wait Should I wait?
The one I love has left me alone and expects me to wait, but I am not sure if I should wait.
Ooh see, there's no sign of a letter No telephone calls, no telegrams Where are you?
I have not received any communication from the one I love and do not know where they are.
You know I need someone who's warm Loving, kind, caring and strong So, where are you, where are you?
I am looking for someone who is capable of loving, caring and being supportive of me, but I do not know where to find them.
He, he, he said Said he's coming back for me Should I wait?
The one I love promised to come back, but I am still unsure if I should wait for them.
What you're doing is cruel It's hurting bad I feel, feel like a fool, oh
The actions of the one I love have been cruel and they have hurt me badly. As a result, I feel foolish for waiting.
I have more life to live Plenty of love to give Why should I wait?
Life is short and I have so much to offer. I do not want to waste my time waiting for someone who may never come back.
He, he, he said Said he's coming back for me Oh, oh, oh, oh
The one I love once again promised to come back.
Silly fool, I believed
I was foolish to believe that the one I love would come back.
Look at all the time that's gone
So much time has passed since the one I love left, and I am still waiting.
Even though I, I want to
Even though I want to forget the one I love, I am still holding on to the hope that they will come back.
Still, I just can't get you out of my mind
I can't stop thinking about the one that I love, despite the time that has passed.
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@jaylee1318
I am much older now, although I too was a victim of an older aggressor when I was younger. This guy operated the distribution office for the newspaper for our small town (the paper route boss). The paper route boys would go to his office and gather the newspapers for their particular paper routes. Each week we would have to pay him for the newspapers we delivered to our customers (after collecting the monies from each of our paper route customers).
Anyway this man (the paper route boss) was in his late 20’s at the time and would offer to help us out from time to time by taking us around our paper route in his car rather then having to use our bikes. He would also organize basketball games among the paper boys (he would divide us into shirt side and no shirt side teams). He would also take us around town in his car at night to inquire to address’s that were not subscribing to the newspaper (we were given a bonus for any new subscription we were able to obtain).
I was much like this kid in the story (my nickname was even peach’s because of my soft skin), my parents were often fighting so I rarely stayed around my home. During summers I would usually take off on my bike and ride everywhere just to stay away from my home. I would average well over 20 miles a day riding all day long, so I developed a very thin and well defined body (my legs were very shapely, I would even have my paper route customers telling me that on my route).
To make matters worst ‘this was back in the days when boys would wear very short shorts (OP Brand with no shirts or t-shirts that were cut in half just below the breast of your chest).
The paper boss seemed to be very nice to me, he would even call my mother and tell her how hard I worked and if she would mind if from time I would go with him looking to gain new subscribers for the paper or help him with varies jobs he needed help with. He would have me help him unload the truck that brought the newspapers from the larger town they came from. He also knew my family life was not the best and that I stayed away from home as often as I could, so over time I was spending a lot of time with him, I would even go over to his home often and help him move things around (he was single at the time).
He was a little on the heavy side and short. I was taller then most of my peers (I ended up becoming 6’2’), and again I was rather lanky (although very well defined and extremely naive at the time)!
Looking back I now realized I was like a person being boiled alive and not knowing it (by the temperature of the water slowly rising until it was boiling). This guy was having me do jobs with him that would require me to take off my shirt because of how hot it was and climb up ladders in order for him to hand me boxes or for me to get boxes that were up high to give to him (also, again the shorts at the time we wore would basically huber around the butt and were loose), so it didn’t take much of a stretch on his part to look up and see my private parts very easily. He would also often hold my legs to help balance me so I wouldn’t fall!
I was being groped visually and then later physically very slowly without ever realizing it at first. When we were in the car he would playfully squeeze my thigh (at first near my knee, although as time went on he started squeezing closer toward my private areas). This went on for several months until I was in the car with this guy late at night (allegedly looking to obtain new subscribers for the newspaper) and he put his hand on my thigh and was not squeezing like he had done in the past, he slowing (with out saying a word) moved his hand up my thigh and started touching my private areas. I was extremely confused (again I was very naive at the time). For a while I did nothing and he continued caressing my privates, then he took his other hand and placed it in his pants and started masturbating. What seems like an easy answer to most, wasn’t very easy for me at the moment, I was in total shock.
Finally, and to this day I could not tell you how long (or how long he jerked off), I pulled alway and I moved closer toward the passenger door of the car (this was when cars had bench seats).
Amazingly he said nothing (like it didn’t happen) and pull his pants back up and drove off with me clinging as close as I could to the passenger door (no one wore seat belts then).
He drove me home and I got out and he acted as if nothing happen. Just like the guy in this story I never told my parents or anyone else for years. I stayed away from this guy and would make sure I was never alone around him (I would make sure when I got my papers others were getting their papers at the same time). He never ask me to go with him to try to get subscribers ever again nor did he ask me to help him to extra work.
I was scared to death afterwords like the guy in this story. If I was riding my bike or walking around and saw a car approaching that even looked like his car, I would hide before it got to me. I never gave him eye contact when I had to pay my paper route money each week (I would sit the money on the counter and keep my eyes looking at the ground). Luckily after a few months later the guy quit this job and started to operate a local gasoline station in our little town (needless to say I never got gas at that station as I grew older).
After I graduated from high school and moved on to college then into the military I never confronted this guy or ever wanted to see him when I occasionally came back to visit my family. Later I heard that he died of cancer when in his 50’s.
To say this affected my life at the time would have been an understatement (it’s ashamed that my parents were too involved with their own battles not to notice what was going on with me), although as I grew older I can honestly say it became nothing more then a bad experience in my life (although I assured myself that nothing like this was ever going to happen to my kids and I can tell you beyond a doubt it never did).
Sadly enough more then often then not this goes on with those who you trust the most (and more often then not unreported for all the same reasons), although it really doesn’t take a very sharp eyed parent to notice, just a parent who is involved in their children’s lives!
@_Sinbads.Waifu_
Just cause a man looks "feminine" doesn't mean he's not masculine. A man's looks doesn't define his masculinity.
@mariavictoriasalita2908
Correct. They are just mere looks.
@Ashley-gw9jh
Same goes for females.
@swearitjustajuice63
@Ashley Foading GREEN WOMAN GO BRR BRR
@Ashley-gw9jh
@Æ !? ahh yes
@unknowngamer9198
Well, that is not entirely correct. Whether someone has more masculine or feminine appearance depend upon the concentration of hormones within their bodies, for example is a woman has higher levels of testosterone she is going to look more masculine. The hormones not only regulate the way we look, but also the way we act, so a person with greater amounts of testosterone will have more traits associated with masculinity, than the one who has less of this hormone and grwater amount of estrogen.
@kasandrachen952
Never keep sexual harassment a silent. Always speak up no matter how bad it may look at first.
@user-md9mq6do3b
Yea u are right
@joshie3815
Yes I know but that’s like abuse you might be too scared to say it at first maybe say it in a way that’s not just like go do it
@redwheat333
But you should always blackmail the harasser first to get more money