It Isn’t, It Wasn’t, It Ain’t Never Gonna Be

It isn’t, it wasn’t, it ain’t never gonna be
It isn’t, it wasn’t, it ain’t never gonna be, yeah

Aretha:
You’ve been hanging ’round my boyfriend
You’ve been sayin’ that he’s sweet, yeah
Girl I know that you’ve been talking
Because the talk is on the street
You say that you are gonna steal his heart
Well sweetie you ain’t gonna get that far
You’re after somethin’ that don’t belong to you
Well girlfriend I’ve got news for you
(Spoken: What are you trying to say Miss Thang?)

Chorus:
It isn’t, it wasn’t, it ain’t never gonna be
It isn’t, it wasn’t, it ain’t never gonna be
He ain’t never, ever, never, never, never, never gonna be your man

Whitney:
Well I just ain’t the kind of woman
To pick the fruit off of your tree, girl
And you keep saying that he’s your man
Well that ain’t what he said to me
He blow me kissses as he drives away
He sends me roses in the middle of the day, yeah
You think it’s you that he’s thinking of
But I’m the one he really, really loves
(Spoken: So what am I trying to say? Don’t diss me girl.)

Chorus 2:
It isn’t, it wasn’t, it ain’t never gonna be
It isn’t, it wasn’t, it ain’t never gonna be
He ain’t never, ever, never, never, never, never gonna be, you see
It isn’t, it wasn’t, it ain’t never gonna be
It isn’t, it wasn’t, it ain’t never gonna be
He ain’t never, ever, never, never, never, never gonna be your man

Aretha (spoken): What are you doin’? Layin’ and hangin’ back?
Whitney: Don’t you know it girl?
Aretha (spoken): Hmmm … just as I suspected.

Whitney and Aretha:
You been talkin’ that la la, that ya ya
That yin and that yang but the man is mine, hey

Aretha: He blows me kisses as he drives away
Whitney: He sends me roses in the middle of the day, yeah
Aretha: You think it’s you that he’s thinking of
Whitney: I know I’m the one that he really, really, really loves
Aretha (spoken): What am I trying to say Miss It?
Whitney (spoken): What are you trying to say?
Aretha (spoken): Get real.

Chorus 2

Spoken:
Aretha: So now what is this?
Whitney: Well you know.
Aretha: That my man is supposed to be interested in you?
Whitney: What can I say?
Aretha: You know, I realize that you’re under pressure.
Whitney: Yes, I am.
Aretha: And that you are suffering from delusions, but uh …
Whitney: Well …
Aretha: Don’t be ridiculous.
Whitney: I’m not.
Aretha: Get real.
Whitney: You better get real. You know the deal. He told me he loves me and that I’m just his forever.
Aretha: Uh huh, forever.
Whitney: Forever.
Aretha: Must have played out about 20 years ago. Now check this out. Your man is not my man.
Whitney: This is true.
Aretha: Uh huh.
Whitney: This is true.
Aretha: Now, every king has his queen, and I love my role being his queen. And I hope you like yours too.
Whitney: Well, I’m his princess.
Aretha: Whatever that is.
Whitney: (Bursts into laughter) Wait a minute … wait …
Aretha: Come on now.
Whitney: OK … well he said that I’m his princess. You might be his queen, but I’m his princess.
Aretha: Yeah, well, I like being a queen myself.
Whitney: Well, you know that’s what you are (bursts into laughter)
Aretha: Shut up … (laughs) … shut up!
Whitney: Oh, this is funny