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| Build your dreams to the stars above | |
| But when you need someone to love | |
| Don't go to strangers, darling, come to me Play with fire till your fingers burn | |
| And when there's no place for you to turn | |
| Don't go to strangers, darling, come to me For, when you hear a call to follow your heart | |
| You'll follow your heart I know | |
| I've been through it all, for I'm an old hand | |
| And I'll understand if you go So | |
| Make your mark for your friends to see | |
| But when you need more than company | |
| Don't go to strangers, darling, come to me Tonight you're mine, completely | |
| You give your soul so sweetly | |
| Tonight the light of love is in your eyes | |
| Will you love me tomorrow Is this a lasting treasure | |
| Or just a moment's pleasure | |
| Can I believe the magic of your sighs | |
| Will you still love me tomorrow Tonight with words unspoken | |
| You said that I'm the only one, the only one | |
| But will my heart be broken | |
| When the night meets the morning star I'd like to know that your love | |
| Is a love I can be sure of | |
| So tell me now, 'cause I won't ask again | |
| Will you still love me tomorrow | |
| Will you still love me tomorrow | |
| Will you still love me tomorrow He left no time to regret | |
| Kept his dick wet | |
| With his same old safe bet | |
| Me and my head high | |
| And my tears dry | |
| Get on without my guy | |
| You went back to what you knew | |
| So far removed from all that we went through | |
| And I tread a troubled track | |
| My odds are stacked | |
| I'll go back to black We only said goodbye with words | |
| I died a hundred times | |
| You go back to her | |
| And I go back to | |
| I go back to us I love you much | |
| It's not enough | |
| You love blow, and I love puff | |
| And life is like a pipe | |
| And I'm a tiny penny rolling up the walls inside We only said goodbye with words | |
| I died a hundred times | |
| You go back to her | |
| And I go back to | |
| We only said goodbye with words | |
| I died a hundred times | |
| You go back to her | |
| And I go back to Black | |
| Black | |
| Black | |
| Black | |
| Black | |
| Black | |
| Black | |
| I go back to | |
| I go back to We only said goodbye with words | |
| I died a hundred times | |
| You go back to her | |
| And I go back to | |
| We only said goodbye with words | |
| I died a hundred times | |
| You go back to her | |
| And I go back to black You should be stronger than me | |
| You've been here seven years longer than me | |
| Don't you know you supposed to be the man? | |
| Not pale in comparison to who you think I am | |
| You always want to talk it through, I don't care | |
| I always have to comfort you when I'm there | |
| But that's what I need you to do, stroke my hair | |
| 'Cause I've forgotten all of young love's joy | |
| Feel like a lady, and you my lady boy You should be stronger than me | |
| But instead you're longer than frozen turkey | |
| Why'd you always put me in control | |
| All I need is for my man to live up to his role | |
| You always want to talk it through, I'm okay | |
| I always have to comfort you every day | |
| But that's what I need you to do, are you gay? | |
| 'Cause I've forgotten all of young love's joy | |
| Feel like a lady, and you my lady boy He said "the respect I made you earn | |
| Thought you had so many lessons to learn" | |
| I said "You don't know what love is get a grip | |
| Sound as if you're reading from some other tired script" | |
| I'm not gonna meet your mother anytime | |
| I just want to grip your body over mine | |
| Please tell me why you think that's a crime | |
| I've forgotten all of young love's joy | |
| Feel like a lady, and you my lady boy You should be stronger than me | |
| You should be stronger than me | |
| You should be stronger than me | |
| You should be stronger than me They tried to make me go to rehab | |
| I said, no, no, no | |
| Yes, I been black | |
| But when I come back, you'll know, know, know | |
| I ain't got the time | |
| And if my daddy thinks I'm fine | |
| He's tried to make me go to rehab | |
| I won't go, go, go I'd rather be at home with a Ray | |
| I ain't got seventy days | |
| 'Cause there's nothing, there's nothing you can teach me | |
| That I can't learn from Mr. Hathaway I didn't get a lot in class | |
| But I know we don't come in a shot glass They tried to make me go to rehab | |
| I said, "no, no, no" | |
| Yes, I been black | |
| But when I come back, you'll know, know, know | |
| I ain't got the time | |
| And if my daddy thinks I'm fine | |
| He's tried to make me go to rehab | |
| I won't go, go, go The man said, "why do you think you here? | |
| I said, I got no idea. | |
| I'm gonna, I'm gonna lose my baby | |
| So I always keep a bottle near | |
| He said, I just think you're depressed | |
| This, me, yeah, baby, and the rest They tried to make me go to rehab | |
| But I said, no, no, no | |
| Yes, I been black | |
| But when I come back, you'll know, know, know I don't ever want to drink again | |
| I just, oh, I just need a friend | |
| I'm not gonna spend ten weeks | |
| Have everyone think I'm on the mend And it's not just my pride | |
| It's just till these tears have dried They tried to make me go to rehab | |
| I said, no, no, no | |
| Yes, I been black | |
| But when I come back, you'll know, know, know | |
| I ain't got the time | |
| And if my daddy thinks I'm fine | |
| He's tried to make me go to rehab | |
| I won't go, go, go Well sometimes I go out by myself | |
| And I look across the water | |
| And I think of all the things, what you're doing | |
| And in my head I paint a picture 'Cause since I've come on home, | |
| Well my body's been a mess | |
| And I've missed your ginger hair | |
| And the way you like to dress | |
| Won't you come on over | |
| Stop making a fool out of me | |
| Why don't you come on over Valerie? Valerie | |
| Valerie | |
| Valerie Did you have to go to jail, | |
| Put your house up for sale, did you get a good lawyer? | |
| I hope you didn't catch a tan, | |
| I hope you'll find the right man who'll fix it for ya | |
| And are you shopping anywhere, | |
| Changed the color of your hair, are you busy? | |
| And did you have to pay that fine | |
| You were dodging all the time, are you still dizzy? 'Cause since I've come on home, | |
| Well my body's been a mess | |
| And I've missed your ginger hair | |
| And the way you like to dress | |
| Won't you come on over | |
| Stop making a fool out of me | |
| Why don't you come on over Valerie? Valerie | |
| Valerie | |
| Valerie Well sometimes I go out by myself | |
| And I look across the water | |
| And I think of all the things, what you're doing | |
| And in my head I paint a picture 'Cause since I've come on home, | |
| Well my body's been a mess | |
| And I've missed your ginger hair | |
| And the way you like to dress | |
| Won't you come on over | |
| Stop making a fool out of me | |
| Why don't you come on over Valerie? Valerie | |
| Valerie | |
| Valerie | |
| Valerie | |
| Valerie | |
| Valerie | |
| Valerie | |
| Valerie Why don't come over Valerie? Meet you downstairs in the bar and heard | |
| Your rolled up sleeves and your skull t-shirt | |
| You say, "Why did you do it with him today?" | |
| And sniff me out like I was Tanqueray 'Cause you're my fella, my guy | |
| Hand me your Stella and fly | |
| By the time I'm out the door | |
| You tear me down like Roger Moore I cheated myself | |
| Like I knew I would | |
| I told ya I was troubled | |
| You know that I'm no good Upstairs in bed with my ex-boy | |
| He's in the place, but I can't get joy | |
| Thinking of you in the final throes | |
| This is when my buzzer goes Run out to meet your chips and pitter | |
| You say when we're married 'cause you're not bitter | |
| There'll be none of him no more | |
| I cried for you on the kitchen floor I cheated myself | |
| Like I knew I would | |
| I told ya I was troubled | |
| You know that I'm no good Sweet reunion, Jamaica and Spain | |
| We're like how we were again | |
| I'm in the tub, you're on the seat | |
| Lick your lips as I soak my feet Then you notice little carpet burn | |
| My stomach drops, and my guts churn | |
| You shrug, and it's the worst | |
| To truly stuck the knife in first I cheated myself | |
| Like I knew I would | |
| I told ya I was troubled | |
| You know that I'm no good | |
| I cheated myself | |
| Like I knew I would | |
| I told ya I was troubled | |
| Yeah, ya know that I'm no good All I can ever be to you is a darkness that we knew | |
| And this regret I got accustomed to | |
| Once it was so right | |
| When we were at our height | |
| Waiting for you in the hotel at night | |
| I knew I hadn't met my match | |
| But every moment we could snatch | |
| I don't know why I got so attached | |
| It's my responsibility | |
| You don't owe nothing to me | |
| But to walk away, I have no capacity He walks away | |
| The sun goes down | |
| He takes the day, but I'm grown | |
| And in your way | |
| In this blue shade | |
| My tears dry on their own I don't understand | |
| Why do I stress the man | |
| When there's so many bigger things at hand? | |
| We could've never had it all | |
| We had to hit a wall | |
| So this is inevitable withdrawal | |
| Even if I stop wanting you | |
| And perspective pushes through | |
| I'll be some next man's other woman soon | |
| I cannot play my self again | |
| I should just be my own best friend | |
| Not fuck my self in the head with stupid men He walks away | |
| The sun goes down | |
| He takes the day, but I'm grown | |
| And in your way | |
| In this blue shade | |
| My tears dry on their own So we are history | |
| Your shadow covers me | |
| The sky above ablaze He walks away | |
| The sun goes down | |
| He takes the day, but I'm grown | |
| And in your way | |
| In this blue shade | |
| My tears dry on their own I wish I could sing no regrets | |
| And no emotional debt | |
| 'Cause as we kissed goodbye, the sun sets | |
| So we are history | |
| Your shadow covers me | |
| The sky above ablaze | |
| That only lovers see He walks away | |
| The sun goes down | |
| He takes the day, but I'm grown | |
| And in your way | |
| My blue shade | |
| My tears dry on their own Whoa, he walks away | |
| The sun goes down | |
| He takes the day, but I'm grown | |
| And in your way | |
| My deep shade | |
| My tears dry on their own He walks away | |
| The sun goes down | |
| He takes the day, but I'm grown | |
| And in your way | |
| My deep shade | |
| My tears dry For you I was the flame | |
| Love is a losing game | |
| Five story fire as you came | |
| Love is losing game One I wished, I never played | |
| Oh, what a mess we made | |
| And now the final frame | |
| Love is a losing game Played out by the band | |
| Love is a losing hand | |
| More than I could stand | |
| Love is a losing hand Self-professed profound | |
| Till the chips were down | |
| Know you're a gambling man | |
| Love is a losing hand Though I battled blind | |
| Love is a fate resigned | |
| Memories mar my mind | |
| Love is a fate resigned Over futile odds | |
| And laughed at by the gods | |
| And now the final frame | |
| Love is a losing game It's okay in the day | |
| I'm staying busy | |
| Tied up enough so I don't have to wonder where is he | |
| Got so sick of crying | |
| So just lately | |
| When I catch myself, I do a one-eighty | |
| I stay up, clean the house | |
| At least I'm not drinking | |
| Run around just so I don't have to think about thinking | |
| That silent sense of content | |
| That everyone gets | |
| Just disappears 'soon as the sun sets He's fierce in my dreams, seizing my guts | |
| He floats me with dread | |
| Soaked in soul | |
| He swims in my eyes by the bed | |
| Pour myself over him | |
| Moon spilling in | |
| And I wake up alone If I was my heart | |
| I'd rather be restless | |
| The second I stop, the sleep catches up | |
| And I'm breathless | |
| 'Cause this ache in my chest | |
| As my day is done now | |
| The dark covers me, and I cannot run now | |
| My blood running cold | |
| I stand before him (before him, I) | |
| It's all I can do to assure him (assure him) | |
| When he comes to me | |
| I drip for him tonight | |
| Drowning in me, we bathe under blue light He's fierce in my dreams, seizing my guts | |
| He floats me with dread | |
| Soaked in soul | |
| He swims in my eyes by the bed | |
| Pour myself over him | |
| Moon spilling in | |
| And I wake up alone | |
| And I wake up alone | |
| And I wake up alone | |
| And I wake up alone Tonight you're mine, completely | |
| You give your soul so sweetly | |
| Tonight the light of love is in your eyes | |
| Will you love me tomorrow Is this a lasting treasure | |
| Or just a moment's pleasure | |
| Can I believe the magic of your sighs | |
| Will you still love me tomorrow Tonight with words unspoken | |
| You said that I'm the only one, the only one | |
| But will my heart be broken | |
| When the night meets the morning star I'd like to know that your love | |
| Is a love I can be sure of | |
| So tell me now, 'cause I won't ask again | |
| Will you still love me tomorrow | |
| Will you still love me tomorrow | |
| Will you still love me tomorrow There I go, there I go, there I go, there I go | |
| Pretty baby you are the soul, snaps my control | |
| Such a funny thing but every time your near me | |
| I never can behave | |
| You give me a smile and I'm wrapped up in your magic | |
| There's music all around me | |
| Crazy music, music that keeps calling me so | |
| Very close to you, turns me into your slave | |
| Come on and do with me any little thing that you want to | |
| Anything, baby just let me get next to you So am I insane or do I really see heaven in your eyes? | |
| Bright as stars that shine up above you | |
| In the clear blue sky, how I worry 'bout you | |
| Just can't live my life without you | |
| Baby come here, don't have no fear | |
| Oh, is there wonder why | |
| I'm really feeling in the mood for love So tell me why, stop to think about this weather, my dear | |
| This little dream might fade away | |
| There I go talking out of my head again baby won't you | |
| Come and put our two hearts together | |
| That would make me strong and brave | |
| Oh, when we are one, I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid | |
| Now if there's a cloud up above us | |
| Go on and let in rain | |
| I'm sure our love together would endure a hurricane | |
| Oh my baby won't you please let me love you | |
| And get a release from this awful misery What is all this talk about loving me, my sweet | |
| I am not afraid, not anymore, not like before | |
| Don't you understand me, now baby please | |
| Pull yourself together, do it soon | |
| My soul's on fire, come on and take | |
| I'll be what you make me, my darling Oh baby, you make me feel so good | |
| Let me take you by the hand | |
| Come let us visit out there | |
| In that new promised land Maybe there we can find | |
| A good place to use a lovin' state of mind | |
| I'm so tired of being without it | |
| And never known what love's about | |
| James Moody would you come on hit me, | |
| You can blow now if you want to, I'm through Nobody stands in between me and my man | |
| It's me and Mr. Jones (me and Mr. Jones) What kind of fuckery is this? | |
| You made me miss the Slick Rick gig (oh, Slick Rick) | |
| And thought I didn't love you when I did (when I did) | |
| Can't believe you played me out like that (ah) No, you ain't worth guest list | |
| Plus one of all them girls you kiss (all them girls) | |
| You can't keep lying to yourself like this (to yourself) | |
| Can't believe you played yourself (out) like this Ruler's one thing, but come Brixton | |
| Nobody stands in between me and my man | |
| 'Cause it's me and Mr. Jones (me and Mr. Jones) What kind of fuckery are we? | |
| Nowadays you don't mean dick to me (dick to me) | |
| I might let you make it up to me (make it up) | |
| Who's playing Saturday? What kind of fuckery are you? | |
| 'Side from Sammy, you're my best black Jew | |
| But I could swear that we were through (we were through) | |
| I still want to wonder 'bout the things you do Mr. Destiny, nine and fourteen | |
| Nobody stands in between me and my man | |
| 'Cause it's me and Mr. Jones | |
| Yeah (me and Mr. Jones) (me and Mr. Jones) There's a saying old | |
| Says that love is blind | |
| Still we're often told | |
| "Seek and ye shall find" | |
| So I'm going to seek | |
| A certain lad | |
| I've had in mind Looking everywhere | |
| Haven't found him yet | |
| He's the big affair | |
| I cannot forget | |
| Only man I ever think | |
| Of with regret I'd like | |
| To add his initial | |
| To my monogram | |
| Tell me | |
| Where is the shepherd | |
| For this lost lamb? There's a somebody | |
| I'm longin' to see | |
| I hope that he turns | |
| Out to be | |
| Someone to watch over me I'm a little lamb | |
| Who's lost in the wood | |
| I know I could | |
| Always be good | |
| To one | |
| Who'll watch over me Although he may | |
| Not be the man some | |
| Girls think | |
| Of as handsome | |
| To my heart | |
| He carries the key Won't you tell him please | |
| To put on some speed | |
| Follow my lead | |
| Oh, how I need | |
| Someone to watch over me Won't you tell him please | |
| To put on some speed | |
| Follow my lead | |
| Oh, how I need | |
| Someone to watch over me | |
| Someone to watch over me When will we get | |
| The time to be | |
| Just friends? It's never safe for us | |
| Not even in the evening | |
| 'Cause I've been drinking | |
| Not in the morning | |
| When your shit works | |
| It's always dangerous | |
| When everybody's sleeping | |
| And I've been thinking | |
| Can we be alone? | |
| Can we be alone? When will we get | |
| The time to be | |
| Just friends? | |
| When will we get | |
| The time to be | |
| Just friends? And, no, I'm not ashamed | |
| But the guilt will kill you | |
| If she don't first | |
| I'll never love you like her | |
| Thought we need to find a time | |
| To just do this shit together | |
| 'Fore it gets worse | |
| I want to touch you | |
| But that just hurts When will we get | |
| The time to be | |
| Just, just friends? | |
| When will we get | |
| The time to be | |
| Just friends, just friends? When will we get | |
| The time to be | |
| Just friends, just friends? | |
| When will we get | |
| The time to be | |
| Just friends, just friends? Just friends Tell your boyfriend next time he around | |
| To buy his own weed and don't wear my shit down | |
| I wouldn't care if brave would give me some more | |
| I'd rather him leave you than leave him my draw | |
| When you smoke all my weed man | |
| You gots to call the green man | |
| So I can get mine | |
| And you get yours Once is enough to make me attack | |
| So bring me a bag and your man can come back | |
| I'll check him at the door make sure he got green | |
| I'm tighter than airport security team When you smoke all my weed man | |
| You gots to call the green man | |
| So I can get mine and you get yours I'm my own man | |
| So when will you learn | |
| That you got a man but I gots to burn | |
| Don't make no difference if I end up alone | |
| I'd rather have myself and smoke my homegrown | |
| Its got me addicted, does more than any dick did Yeah I can get mine and you get yours | |
| Yeah I can get mine and you get yours Our day will come (our day will come) | |
| And we'll have everything | |
| We'll share the joy (we'll share the joy) | |
| Falling in love can bring No one can tell me that I'm too young to know (young to know) | |
| I love you so (love you so) | |
| And you love me Our day will come (our day will come) | |
| If we just wait a while | |
| No tears for us (no tears for us) | |
| Think love and wear a smile Our dreams have magic because we'll always stay in love this way | |
| Our day will come (our day will come, our day will come) Our dreams have magic because we'll always stay in love this way | |
| Our day will come (our day will come, our day will come) | |
| Our day will come (our day will come, our day will come) | |
| Our day will come (our day will come, our day will come) | |
| Our day will come (our day will come, our day will come) | |
| Our day will come Close your eyes and I'll kiss you | |
| Tomorrow I'll miss you | |
| Remember I'll always be true And then while I'm away | |
| I'll write home every day | |
| And I'll send all my loving to you I'll pretend that I'm kissing | |
| The lips that I am missing | |
| And hope that your dreams will come true And then while I'm away | |
| I'll write home every day | |
| And I'll send all my loving to you All my loving, I will send to you | |
| All my loving, darling I'll be true Close your eyes and I'll kiss you cause | |
| Tomorrow I'll miss you | |
| Remember I'll always be true And then while I'm away | |
| I'll write home every day | |
| And I'll send all my loving to you All my loving, I will send to you | |
| All my loving, darling I'll be true | |
| All my loving, all my loving | |
| Ooh, all my loving, all my loving, I will send to you Her name is Cherry, we've just met | |
| But already she knows me better than you | |
| She understands me after eighteen years | |
| And you still don't see me like you ought to do Maybe we could talk 'bout things | |
| If you was made of wood and strings | |
| While I love her every sound | |
| I dunno how to turn you down And you're so thick and my patience thin | |
| So I got me a new best friend | |
| With a pickup that puts you to shame | |
| And Cherry is her name And when I'm lonely, Cherry's there | |
| And she plays along while I sing out my blues | |
| I could be crying and you don't care | |
| You won't call me back, you're stubborn as a mule Maybe we could talk 'bout things | |
| If you was made of wood and strings | |
| You might think I've gone too far | |
| I'm talking 'bout my new guitar Wish I could say it breaks my heart | |
| Like you did in the beginning | |
| Its not that we grew apart | |
| A nightingale no longer singing Its something I know you can't do | |
| Separate sex with emotion | |
| I sleep alone the sun comes up | |
| Your still clinging to that notion Every thing is slowing down | |
| River of no return | |
| Recognize my every sound | |
| There is nothing new to learn You'll never get my mind right | |
| Like two ships passing in the night | |
| In the night, in the night | |
| Want the same thing where we lay | |
| Otherwise mines a different way | |
| A different way from where I'm going | |
| Oh, its you again listen this isn't a reunion | |
| So sorry if I turn my head | |
| Yours is a familiar face | |
| But that don't make your place safe | |
| In my bed, my bed, my bed I never thought my memory | |
| Of what we had could be intruded | |
| But I couldn't let it be | |
| I needed it as much as you did Now its not hard to understand | |
| Why we just speak at night | |
| The only time I hold your hand | |
| Is to get the angle right | |
| Everything is slowing down | |
| River of no return | |
| You recognize my every sound | |
| There's nothing new to learn You'll never get my mind right | |
| Like two ships passing in the night | |
| In the night in the night | |
| Want the same thing where we lay | |
| Otherwise mine's a different way | |
| A different way from where I'm going | |
| Oh, its you again listen this isn't a reunion | |
| So sorry if I turn my head | |
| Yours is a familiar face | |
| But that don't make your place safe | |
| In my bed, my bed, my ba ba dee dee bed When you walk in the bar | |
| And you dressed like a star | |
| Rockin' your f me pumps | |
| And the men notice you | |
| With your Gucci bag crew | |
| Can't tell who he's lookin' to 'Cause you all look the same | |
| Everyone knows your name | |
| And that's you whole claim to fame | |
| Never miss a night | |
| 'Cause your dream in life | |
| Is to be a footballer's wife You don't like players | |
| That's what you say-a | |
| But you really wouldn't mind a millionaire | |
| You don't like ballers | |
| They don't do nothing for ya | |
| But you'd love a rich man six foot two or taller You're more than a fan | |
| Lookin' for a man | |
| But you end up with one-night-stands | |
| He could be your whole life | |
| If you got past one night | |
| But that part never goes right In the morning you're vexed | |
| He's onto the next | |
| And you didn't even get no taste | |
| Don't be too upset | |
| If they call you a skank | |
| 'Cause like the news everyday you get pressed You don't like players | |
| That's what you say-a | |
| But you really wouldn't mind a millionaire | |
| Or them big baller | |
| Don't do nothing for ya | |
| But you'd love a rich man six foot two or taller You can't sit down right | |
| 'Cause you jeans are too tight | |
| And your lucky its ladies night | |
| With your big empty purse | |
| Every week it gets worse | |
| At least your breasts cost more than hers So you did Miami | |
| 'Cause you got there for free | |
| But somehow you missed the plane | |
| You did too much E | |
| Met somebody | |
| And spent the night getting cane Without girls like you | |
| There'd be no fun | |
| We'd go to the club and not see anyone | |
| Without girls like you | |
| There's no nightlife | |
| All those men just go home to their wives Don't be mad at me | |
| 'Cause you're pushing thirty | |
| And your old tricks no longer work | |
| You should have known from the jump | |
| That you always get dumped | |
| So dust off your fuck me pumps Brother | |
| There's so much that I could never say to your face | |
| Bye, bye now | |
| You should know the world and all its ways so find your place How do I find words that do not condescend | |
| When she bore you before me | |
| 'Cause she doesn't need a child, she needs a friend | |
| A son not a sob story (Now you must have never heard of what she did for you) | |
| And your priority, it must be heard | |
| (Now you must have never heard of what she did for you) | |
| 'Cause we'll never be the way we were She can't always be there just to hold you down | |
| Our mother | |
| When you are at a age now well life turns around | |
| My brother Realize that you don't have to answer to no man | |
| Responsibility comes down to you | |
| But how can I expect you to understand | |
| When you live life like its so run through (Now you must have never heard of what she did for you) | |
| Your priority, it must be heard | |
| (Now you must have never heard of what she did for you) | |
| 'Cause we'll never be the way we were (Now you must have never heard of what she did for you) | |
| And your priority, it must be heard | |
| (Now you must have never heard of what she did for you) | |
| 'Cause we'll never be the way we were The way we were, we'll never be | |
| And your priority, it must be heard Build your dreams to the stars above | |
| But when you need someone to love | |
| Don't go to strangers, darling, come to me Play with fire till your fingers burn | |
| And when there's no place for you to turn | |
| Don't go to strangers, darling, come to me For, when you hear a call to follow your heart | |
| You'll follow your heart I know | |
| I've been through it all, for I'm an old hand | |
| And I'll understand if you go So | |
| Make your mark for your friends to see | |
| But when you need more than company | |
| Don't go to strangers, darling, come to me Whoa, oh | |
| Oh, whoa, oh He can only hold her for so long | |
| The lights are on, but no one's home | |
| She's so vacant | |
| Her soul is taken | |
| He thinks, What's she running from? Now, how can he have her heart | |
| When it got stole? | |
| So he tries to pacify her | |
| 'Cause what's inside her never dies Even if she's content in his warmth | |
| She is plagued with urgency | |
| Searching kisses | |
| The man she misses | |
| The man that he longs to be Now, how can he have her heart | |
| When it got stole? | |
| So he tries to pacify her | |
| 'Cause what's inside her never dies So he tries to pacify her | |
| 'Cause what's inside her it never dies So he tries to pacify her | |
| But what's inside her never dies Lent you outsiders and my new Badu | |
| While you were thinking I didn't have a clue | |
| Tough to sort files with your voice in my head | |
| So then I bribed you downstairs with a Marlboro Red, uh huh And now I feel so small discovering you knew | |
| How much more torture would you have put me through? | |
| You probably saw me laughing at all your jokes | |
| Or how I did not mind when you stole all my smokes, yeah And although my pride is not easy to disturb, yeah | |
| You sent me flying when you kicked me to the curb | |
| With your battered jeans and your Beasties tee | |
| Now I can't work like this, with you next to me And although he's nothing in the scheme of my years | |
| It just serves to bludgeon my futile tears | |
| And I'm not use to this, no no, I observe yeah, I don't chase | |
| But now I'm stuck with consequences, thrust in my face, yeah | |
| And the melodramas of my day delivery blows | |
| And that surpass your rejection, it just goes to show | |
| A simple attraction that reflects right back to me | |
| So I'm not as into you as I appear to be Although my pride, yeah, is not easily disturbed | |
| You sent me flying when you kicked me to the curb | |
| With your battered jeans, yeah and your Beasties tee, yeah yeah | |
| Now I can't work like this, no with you next to me yeah yeah His message was brutal but the delivery was kind | |
| Maybe if I get this down, I'll get it off my mind, yeah | |
| Oh it serves to condition me and smoothen my kinks | |
| Despite my frustration for the way that he thinks | |
| And I knew the truth, when it came, would be to that effect | |
| At least you're attracted to me which I did not expect | |
| Didn't think you'd get my number down as such | |
| But I never hated myself, for my age so much, yeah And although my pride's, yeah, not easy to disturbed, yeah | |
| You sent me flying when you kicked me to the curb, yeah | |
| So with your battered jeans, yeah, and your Beasties tee | |
| Now I can't work like this, no, with you next to me, yeah And although my pride's, yeah, not easy to disturbed, yeah | |
| You sent me flying when you kicked me to the curb | |
| So with your battered jeans yeah and your Beasties tee | |
| Now I can't work like this, no, with you next to me To know know know him | |
| Is to love love love him | |
| Just to see that smile | |
| Makes my life worthwhile To know know know him | |
| Is to love love love him | |
| And I do | |
| And I do | |
| And I do Oh I'll be good to him | |
| I'll bring joy to him oh oh | |
| Everyone says there'll come a day | |
| When I'll walk alongside of him To know know know him | |
| Is to love love love him | |
| And I do | |
| I really do | |
| And I do Why can't he see? | |
| How blind here he be? | |
| Someday he'll see | |
| That he was meant just for me, oh oh oh oh To know know know him | |
| Is to love love love him | |
| Just to see that smile | |
| Makes my life worthwhile To know know know him | |
| Is to love love love him | |
| And I do | |
| I really do | |
| And I do I don't catch your drift and I don't catch your plan | |
| Need to get my thoughts down but it's getting late | |
| Need to get up now, get my feet on the ground | |
| But the show is so unprepared now My place so messed up, I tried on some shoes | |
| Should think clear and focus but I've things to do | |
| Glancing at my CD rack, eyes linger on Frank | |
| And I must put that check in the bank Try to put me in a room, distraction less | |
| (Everything is everything) | |
| Spare me from worse | |
| In the studio I will finally burn | |
| (All the time is all you got) | |
| Tempted to work Always got something to do, someone to be seeing | |
| Somewhere to be dancing, I'm a wake human being | |
| It's an opportunity, shout till you go blue | |
| Unless I wanna do it, your words go through Need to buy some cigarettes, can't put it off any longer | |
| Worked appeal depression, I feel it growing stronger | |
| Maybe when I'm all grown up, I will get it through | |
| But right now I got stuff to do Try to put me in a room, distraction less | |
| (Everything is everything) | |
| Spare me from worse | |
| In the studio I would finally burn | |
| (All the time is all you got) | |
| Tempted to work Put me in a room, distraction less | |
| (Everything is everything) | |
| Spare me from worse | |
| In the studio I would finally burn | |
| (All the time is all you got) | |
| Tempted to work Gotta get this song down before I leave tonight | |
| But my hair, just does it's own thing and I gotta look alright | |
| And I gotta write a chorus but words allude me now | |
| I have to get this down before I leave somehow And anyway I be thinkin' to meet you at the station | |
| Guilty 'cause I should be home, damn procrastination | |
| So when they ask me later, I won't tell them how it's going | |
| But now my head is empty and the work load keeps on growing Try to put me in a room, distraction less | |
| (Everything is everything) | |
| Spare me from worse | |
| In the studio, I would finally burn | |
| (All the time is all you got) | |
| Tempted to work Put me in a room, distraction less | |
| Spare me from worse | |
| In the studio I would finally burn | |
| Tempted to work Distraction less | |
| Spare me from worse | |
| I would finally burn | |
| Tempted to work When I walk in your shoes | |
| I understand a man confused | |
| There must have been but I don't care | |
| I feel the way your soul does there Darling they empathize | |
| Looking through your bloodshot eyes | |
| And I know you you're so frustrated | |
| Above we all become what we once hated | |
| Be slight nobody can be that wise I can't help you if you won't help yourself | |
| No I can't help you if you don't help yourself | |
| You can only get so much from someone yeah | |
| You can get so much from me | |
| I can't help you if you won't help yourself You've got the degree in philosophy | |
| So you think you're cleverer than me | |
| ('Cause you so smart) | |
| But I'm not just some drama queen (Drama queen) | |
| 'Cause it's where you're at not where you've been | |
| So what do you expect from me | |
| (What do you want) To hold your head above the sea | |
| (Keep you high and dry) | |
| And carry you even though you're bigger | |
| 'Cause don't you know you crush my tiny figure And anyway we're still so young | |
| (Yeah I'm so young) | |
| And this isn't yet the day I can't help you if you won't help yourself | |
| No I can't help you if you don't help yourself | |
| (You won't help yourself) | |
| You can only get so much from someone yeah | |
| I can't help you if you won't help yourself You might be twenty-five but in my mind | |
| I see you at sixteen years oh most of the time | |
| And I'm, I'm just a child and you're full grown | |
| And no I'm nothing like I've ever known yeah | |
| You are like nothing that I ever knew I've been so many places in my life and time | |
| I've sung a lot of songs I've made some bad rhyme | |
| I've acted out my love in stages | |
| With ten thousand people watching | |
| But we're alone now and I'm singing this song for you I know your image of me is what I hope to be | |
| I've treated you unkindly but darlin' can't you see | |
| There's no one more important to me | |
| Darlin' can't you please see through me | |
| Cause we're alone now and I'm singing this song for you You taught me precious secrets of the truth withholding nothing | |
| You came out in front and I was hiding | |
| But now I'm so much better and if my words don't come together | |
| Listen to the melody cause my love is in there hiding I love you in a place where there's no space or time | |
| I love you for in my life you are a friend of mine | |
| And when my life is over | |
| Remember when we were together | |
| We were alone and I was singing this song for you You taught me precious secrets of the truth withholding nothing | |
| You came out in front and I was hiding | |
| But now I'm so much better and if my words don't come together | |
| Listen to the melody cause my love is in there hiding I love you in a place where there's no space or time | |
| I love you for in my life you are a friend of mine | |
| And when my life is over | |
| Remember when we were together | |
| We were alone and I was singing this song for you | |
| We were alone and I was singing this song for you Understand once he was a family man | |
| So surely I would never, ever go through it first hand | |
| Emulate all the shit my mother hated | |
| I can't help but demostrate my Freudian fate | |
| My alibi for taking your guy | |
| History repeats itself, it fails to die | |
| And animal agression is my downfall | |
| I don't care 'bout what you got I want it all It's bricked up in my head, it's shoved under my bed | |
| And I question myself again: what is it 'bout men? | |
| My destructive side has grown a mile wide | |
| And I question myself again: what is it 'bout men? It's bricked up in my head, it's shoved under my bed | |
| And I question myself again: what is it 'bout men? | |
| My destructive side has grown a mile wide | |
| And I question myself again: what is it 'bout men? Aye aye aye, aye aye aye | |
| Tell you baby, you huggin' up the big monkey man | |
| Aye aye aye, aye aye aye | |
| Tell you baby, you huggin' up the big monkey man I never saw you, I only heard of you | |
| Huggin' up the big monkey man | |
| I never saw you, I only heard of you | |
| Huggin' up the big monkey man It's your lie, it's your lie | |
| Huggin' up the big monkey man | |
| It's your lie, it's your lie | |
| Huggin' up the big monkey man Now I know that, now I understand | |
| Huggin' up the big monkey man | |
| Now I know that, now I understand | |
| Huggin' up the big monkey man Aye aye aye, aye aye aye | |
| Huggin' up the big monkey man | |
| Aye aye aye, aye aye aye | |
| Huggin' up the big monkey man Aye aye aye, aye aye aye | |
| Huggin' up the big monkey man | |
| Aye aye aye, aye aye aye | |
| Huggin' up the big monkey man I never saw you, I only heard of you | |
| Huggin' up the big monkey man | |
| I never saw you, I only heard of you | |
| Huggin' up the big monkey man It's your lie, it's your lie | |
| Huggin' up the big monkey man | |
| It's your lie, it's your lie | |
| Huggin' up the big monkey man Now I know that, now I understand | |
| Huggin' up the big monkey man | |
| Now I know that, now I understand | |
| Huggin' up the big monkey man La la la la la la la | |
| Huggin' up the big monkey man | |
| La la la la la la la | |
| Huggin' up the big monkey man There is no greater love | |
| Than what I feel for you | |
| No sweeter song, no heart so true There is no greater thrill | |
| Than what you bring to me | |
| No sweeter song | |
| Than what you sing, sing to me You're the sweetest thing | |
| I have ever known | |
| And to think that you are mine alone There is no greater love | |
| In all the world, it's true | |
| No greater love | |
| Than what I feel for you If my man was fighting | |
| Some unholy war | |
| I would be behind him | |
| Straight shook up beside him | |
| With strength he didn't know | |
| It's you I'm fighting for | |
| He can't lose with me in tow | |
| I refuse to let him go | |
| At his side, and drunk on pride | |
| We wait for the blow Put it in writing | |
| But who you writing for? | |
| Just us on kitchen floor | |
| Justice done | |
| Reciting, my stomach standing still | |
| Like you're reading my will | |
| He still stands in spite of what his scars say | |
| I'll battle till this bitter finale | |
| Just me, my dignity, and this guitar case, whoa, whoa If, if my man is fighting some unholy war | |
| And I will stand beside you | |
| But who you dying for? | |
| B, I would have died too | |
| I'd have liked to | |
| If my man was fighting | |
| Some unholy war | |
| If my man was fighting I couldn't resist him | |
| His eyes were like yours | |
| His hair was exactly the shade of brown | |
| He's just not as tall, but I couldn't tell | |
| It was dark and I was lying down You are everything ' he means nothing to me | |
| I can't even remember his name | |
| Why're you so upset? | |
| Baby, you weren't there and I was thinking of you when I came What do you expect? | |
| You left me here alone; I drank so much and needed to touch | |
| Don't overreact ' I pretended he was you | |
| You wouldn't want me to be lonely How can I put it so you understand? | |
| I didn't let him hold my hand | |
| But he looked like you; I guess he looked like you | |
| No he wasn't you | |
| But you can still trust me, this ain't infidelity | |
| It's not cheating; you were on my mind Yes he looked like you | |
| But I heard love is blind Tonight you're mine, completely | |
| You give your soul so sweetly | |
| Tonight the light of love is in your eyes | |
| Will you love me tomorrow Is this a lasting treasure | |
| Or just a moment's pleasure | |
| Can I believe the magic of your sighs | |
| Will you still love me tomorrow Tonight with words unspoken | |
| You said that I'm the only one, the only one | |
| But will my heart be broken | |
| When the night meets the morning star I'd like to know that your love | |
| Is a love I can be sure of | |
| So tell me now, 'cause I won't ask again | |
| Will you still love me tomorrow | |
| Will you still love me tomorrow | |
| Will you still love me tomorrow I bought you a fur coat when you were fifteen | |
| You wore it to the disco, where everyone was in jeans | |
| But you were just a rich girl, and only having fun | |
| Your worn out dresses, got stares from everyone | |
| Hey, little rich girl where did you go wrong? You left for London, when you were nineteen | |
| Had to pawn all your nice clothes, just living on dreams | |
| A man in the bright lights took all that you own | |
| Now he's taken your freedom for a date unknown But you were just a rich girl, hardly having fun | |
| Your worn out dresses, brought stares from everyone | |
| Hey, little rich girl where did you go wrong? Hey, little rich girl you've been away for so long | |
| And now little rich girl, I wrote this song | |
| Hey, little rich girl my love for you is gone | |
| And now little rich girl, I know where you belong At your dad's office party all the movies were blue | |
| You caused him so much heartache, because the screen star was you | |
| You left for London, when you were nineteen | |
| Had to pull off your nice clothes, but you were living on dreams You were a rich girl, and only having fun | |
| But your worn out dresses, brought stares from everyone | |
| Hey, little rich girl where did you go wrong? | |
| Hey, little rich girl where did you go wrong? Your neighbors were screaming | |
| I don't have a key for downstairs | |
| So I punched all the buzzers hoping he would be there | |
| And now my head's hurting | |
| You say I always get my own way | |
| But you were in the shower when I got there | |
| And I don' wanted to stay, but I got nothing to say You were so beautiful before today | |
| And then I heard what you say'man that was ugly The Moschino bra you bought me last Christmas | |
| Put it in the box, put it in the box | |
| Frank's in there and I don't care | |
| Put it in the box, put it in the box | |
| Just take it | |
| Take the box Take the box I came home this evening and nothing felt like how it should be | |
| I feel like writing you a letter but that is not me'you know me | |
| Feel so fucking angry, don't want to be reminded of you | |
| But when I left my shit in your kitchen | |
| I said goodbye to your bedroom it smelled of you Mr False Pretence, you don't make sense | |
| I just don't know you | |
| But you make me cry, where's my kiss goodbye' | |
| I think I love you The Moschino bra you bought me last Christmas | |
| Put it in the box, put it in the box | |
| Frank's in there and I don't care | |
| Put it in the box, put it in the box | |
| Now take it | |
| Take the box | |
| Just take it, take it | |
| Take the box | |
| And now just take the box | |
| Take the box Oh, lullaby by birdland that's what i | |
| Always hear, when you sigh, | |
| Never in my wordland could there be words to reveal | |
| In a phrase how i feel Have you ever heard two turtle doves | |
| Bill and coo, when they love? | |
| That's the kind of magic music we made with our lips | |
| When we kiss And there's a weepy old willow | |
| He really knows how to cry | |
| That's how i'd cry in my pillow | |
| If you should tell me farewell and goodbye Lullaby by birdland whisper low | |
| Kiss me sweet, and we'll go | |
| Flying high in birdland, high in the sky up above | |
| All because we're in love Lullaby, lullaby Have you ever heard two turtle doves | |
| Bill and coo when they love? | |
| That's the kind of magic music we made with our lips | |
| When we kiss And there's a weepy old willow | |
| He really knows how to cry | |
| That's how i'd cry in my pillow | |
| If you should tell me farewell and goodbye Lullaby by birdland whisper low | |
| Kiss me sweet, and we'll go | |
| Flying high in birdland, high in the sky up above | |
| All because we're in love I should care, I should go around weeping | |
| I should care, I should go without sleeping | |
| Strangely enough, I sleep well | |
| 'cept for a dream or two | |
| But then I count my sheep well | |
| Funny how sheep can lull you to sleep So I should care, I should let it upset me | |
| I should care but it just doesn't get me | |
| Maybe I won't find someone as lovely as you | |
| But I should care and I do (brief instrumental interlude) I should care but it just doesn't get me | |
| Maybe I won't find someone as lovely as you | |
| But I should care and I do And I do I would die before I divorce you | |
| I'd take a thousand thumps for my love | |
| 'Cause you kiss a lucky horseshoe | |
| Stuck it in my boxing glove | |
| 'Cause anyone who will see us | |
| Through our victory and done defeat | |
| Knows that I'll take you to the cleaners | |
| If you come between the cheats Between the cheats, ooh oh oh ooh oh oh | |
| Between the cheats, ooh oh oh ooh oh oh My husband is the finest handsome hustler | |
| And he still make this housewife blush | |
| So I'm holding my hand in his | |
| I'm sitting on the royal flush | |
| Women drink him in, swimming in his green eyes | |
| Then go home and catch the chips you got | |
| And take a bad beat to ooh to boat oh! | |
| The jack of hearts is my jackpot Between the cheats, ooh oh oh ooh oh oh | |
| Between the cheats, ooh oh oh ooh oh oh Catch me on, have to ? | |
| And I know as my heart beats | |
| There's a winning secret to both | |
| And it's sworn between the cheats Between the cheats, ooh oh oh ooh oh oh | |
| Between the cheats, ooh oh oh ooh oh oh | |
| Between the cheats, ooh oh oh ooh oh oh Swing back and forth | |
| A beautiful thing taking you away | |
| My head is spinning My girl tried to stop me | |
| But I had a taste of you | |
| Unfamiliar surroundings | |
| Left me wanting something new Physical ain't even my type | |
| But you're one of a kind | |
| So subconsciously on purpose | |
| I left my coat behind I can't help it, need to stop it | |
| All that I put myself through | |
| Everyone is so denying | |
| Yeah, it's nice to meet you, too I hate my alcoholic logic | |
| As I write this on the train | |
| Victoria's Secret in my bag | |
| And my thighs ache again Last night tips into my mind | |
| Through the puddle in my head | |
| I always get what I want | |
| I think I even said I can't help, it need to stop it | |
| All that I put myself through | |
| Everyone is so denying | |
| Yeah, it's nice to meet you, too Although I enjoyed it | |
| I should have tied up my loose ends | |
| But I left my jacket with you | |
| And you know my friends So maybe you will get my number | |
| Or ask them when I'm ached down | |
| But I may have forgotten you | |
| By the next time I'm in town I can't help, it need to stop it | |
| All that I put myself through | |
| Everyone is so denying | |
| Yeah, it's nice to meet you, too Well sometimes I go out by myself | |
| And I look across the water | |
| And I think of all the things, what you're doing | |
| And in my head I paint a picture 'Cause since I've come on home, | |
| Well my body's been a mess | |
| And I've missed your ginger hair | |
| And the way you like to dress | |
| Won't you come on over | |
| Stop making a fool out of me | |
| Why don't you come on over Valerie? Valerie | |
| Valerie | |
| Valerie Did you have to go to jail, | |
| Put your house up for sale, did you get a good lawyer? | |
| I hope you didn't catch a tan, | |
| I hope you'll find the right man who'll fix it for ya | |
| And are you shopping anywhere, | |
| Changed the color of your hair, are you busy? | |
| And did you have to pay that fine | |
| You were dodging all the time, are you still dizzy? 'Cause since I've come on home, | |
| Well my body's been a mess | |
| And I've missed your ginger hair | |
| And the way you like to dress | |
| Won't you come on over | |
| Stop making a fool out of me | |
| Why don't you come on over Valerie? Valerie | |
| Valerie | |
| Valerie Well sometimes I go out by myself | |
| And I look across the water | |
| And I think of all the things, what you're doing | |
| And in my head I paint a picture 'Cause since I've come on home, | |
| Well my body's been a mess | |
| And I've missed your ginger hair | |
| And the way you like to dress | |
| Won't you come on over | |
| Stop making a fool out of me | |
| Why don't you come on over Valerie? Valerie | |
| Valerie | |
| Valerie | |
| Valerie | |
| Valerie | |
| Valerie | |
| Valerie | |
| Valerie Why don't come over Valerie? Cupid, draw back your bow. | |
| And let your arrow flow. | |
| Straight to my lovers heart for me. | |
| Nobody but me. | |
| Cupid, please hear my cry. | |
| And let your arrow fly. | |
| Straight to my lovers heart, for me. I don't want to bother you but I'm in distress. | |
| There's danger of me losing all my happiness. | |
| I love a man who doesn't know I exist. | |
| And this you can fix. Cupid, draw back your bow. | |
| And let your arrow flow. | |
| Straight to my lovers heart for me. | |
| Nobody but me. | |
| Cupid, please hear my cry. | |
| And let your arrow fly. | |
| Straight to my lovers heart, hold me Now if your arrow makes his love strong for me. | |
| I swear I'm gonna love him 'til eternity. | |
| I know between the both of us, his heart we can steal. | |
| Cupid help me if you will So Cupid, draw back your bow. | |
| And let your arrow flow. | |
| Straight to my lovers heart for me. | |
| Nobody but me. | |
| Cupid, please hear my cry. | |
| And let your arrow fly. | |
| Straight to my lovers heart, for me Yeah, Cupid. | |
| Oh, Cupid. | |
| Mm mm, Cupid. When you walk in the bar, | |
| And you dressed like a star, | |
| Rockin' your F me pumps. And the men notice you, | |
| With your Gucci bag crew, | |
| Can't tell who he's lookin' to. Cause you all look the same, | |
| Everyone knows your name, | |
| And that's you whole claim to fame. Never miss a night, | |
| Cause your dream in life, | |
| Is to be a footballers wife. | |
| You don't like players, | |
| That's what you say-a, | |
| But you really wouldn't mind a millionaire. You don't like ballers, | |
| They don't do nothing for ya, | |
| But you'd love a rich man six foot two or taller. You're more than a fan, | |
| Lookin' for a man, | |
| But you end up with one-nights-stands. He could be your whole life, | |
| If you got past one night, | |
| But that part never goes right. In the morning you're vexed, | |
| He's onto the next, | |
| And you didn't even get no taste. Don't be too upset, | |
| If they call you a skank, | |
| Cause like the news everyday you get pressed. You don't like players, | |
| That's what you say-a, | |
| But you really wouldn't mind a millionaire. Or them big ballers, | |
| Don't do nothing for ya. | |
| But you'd love a rich man six foot two or taller, You can't sit down right, | |
| Cause you jeans are too tight, | |
| And your lucky its ladies night. With your big empty purse, | |
| Every week it gets worse, | |
| At least your breasts cost more than hers. So you did Miami, | |
| Cause you got there for free, | |
| But somehow you missed the plane. You did too much E, | |
| Met somebody, | |
| And spent the night getting caned. Without girls like you, | |
| There'd be no fun, | |
| We'd go to the club and not see anyone. Without girls like you, | |
| There's no nightlife, | |
| All those men just go home to their wives. Don't be mad at me, | |
| Cause you're pushing thirty, | |
| And your old tricks no longer work. You should have known from the job, | |
| That you always get dumped, | |
| So dust off your fuck me pumps You're wondering now, what to do, now you know this is the end | |
| You're wondering how, you will pay, for the way you misbehaved First time I swallowed, now you're on your own | |
| I won't return, forever you will wait You're wondering now, what to do, now you know this is the end First time I swallowed, now you're on your own | |
| I won't return, forever you will wait You're wondering now, what to do, now you know this is the end | |
| You're wondering how, you will pay, for the way you misbehaved You're wondering now, what to do, now you know this is the end | |
| You're wondering how, you will pay, for the way you misbehaved | |
| You're wondering now, what to do, now you know this is the end | |
| You're wondering how, you will pay, for the way you misbehaved Simple sweet guitar | |
| Humbled by the bass | |
| So when the beat kicks in | |
| Everything falls into place | |
| And it overpowers me | |
| I can't help but dance | |
| You can try to stop me now | |
| But you won't get the chance Half time | |
| Time to think it through | |
| Consider the change | |
| See it from a different view | |
| Half time | |
| Time to think it through | |
| Consider the change Rhythm floods my heart | |
| The melody it feeds my soul | |
| The tune tears me apart | |
| And it swallows me whole | |
| You should thank your lucky stars | |
| 'Cause the music is a gift | |
| And it's stronger than all else | |
| Provides me with uplift Half time | |
| Time to think it through | |
| Consider the change | |
| See it from a different view | |
| Half time | |
| Time to think it through | |
| Consider the change My lyrics revealing | |
| Some natural vibe | |
| Some kind of laid back feeling | |
| Oh, just let it ride | |
| And when Frank Sinatra sings | |
| It's too much to take | |
| So I sing the standard shit | |
| It pacifies my ache Half time | |
| Time to think it through | |
| Consider the change | |
| See it from a different view | |
| Half time | |
| Time to think it through | |
| Consider the change Meet you downstairs in the bar and heard | |
| Your rolled up sleeves and your skull t-shirt | |
| You say, "Why did you do it with him today?" | |
| And sniff me out like I was Tanqueray 'Cause you're my fella, my guy | |
| Hand me your Stella and fly | |
| By the time I'm out the door | |
| You tear me down like Roger Moore I cheated myself | |
| Like I knew I would | |
| I told ya I was troubled | |
| You know that I'm no good Upstairs in bed with my ex-boy | |
| He's in the place, but I can't get joy | |
| Thinking of you in the final throes | |
| This is when my buzzer goes Run out to meet your chips and pitter | |
| You say when we're married 'cause you're not bitter | |
| There'll be none of him no more | |
| I cried for you on the kitchen floor I cheated myself | |
| Like I knew I would | |
| I told ya I was troubled | |
| You know that I'm no good Sweet reunion, Jamaica and Spain | |
| We're like how we were again | |
| I'm in the tub, you're on the seat | |
| Lick your lips as I soak my feet Then you notice little carpet burn | |
| My stomach drops, and my guts churn | |
| You shrug, and it's the worst | |
| To truly stuck the knife in first I cheated myself | |
| Like I knew I would | |
| I told ya I was troubled | |
| You know that I'm no good | |
| I cheated myself | |
| Like I knew I would | |
| I told ya I was troubled | |
| Yeah, ya know that I'm no good Got back together with my man last night | |
| But I think I was dreaming, he didn't feel quite right | |
| I pressed his chest under my fingertips | |
| Beside myself I sighed and reminded of his lips I'm confused and quizzical | |
| Funny don'tcha know | |
| I just wan get physical | |
| Let me tell ya how Do me good, I'll tell you anything you want to hear | |
| Do me good, do me good, do me good, do me good | |
| Do me good and all this craziness will disappear | |
| Do me good, do me good, do me good, do me good It's like he was designed with me in mind | |
| He's so good from behind, he's beautifully defined | |
| I miss him most of all when it got late | |
| Attempt to hear him breathing or feel his shifting weight I'm confused and quizzical | |
| Funny don'tcha know | |
| I just wan get physical | |
| Let me tell ya how Do me good, I'll tell you anything you want to hear | |
| Do me good, do me good, do me good, do me good | |
| Do me good and all this craziness will disappear | |
| Do me good, do me good, do me good, do me good I never wanted you to be my man | |
| I just wanted to see what you could do, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah | |
| I feel it my heart like you were there | |
| I never wanted you, many times when I tried to set you right, it's just too hard | |
| I never wanted you to be my man but I really couldn't control myself I can't wait to get away from you | |
| And surprisingly you hate me too | |
| We only communicate when we need to fight | |
| But we are best friends...right? You're too good at pretending you don't care | |
| There's enough resentment in the air | |
| Now you don't want me in the flat | |
| When you're home at night | |
| But we're best friends right? You're Stephanie and I'm Paulette | |
| You know what all my faces mean | |
| And it's easy to smoke it up, forget | |
| Everything that happened in between Nicky's right when he says I can't win | |
| So I don't wanna tell you anything | |
| I can't even think about | |
| How you feel inside | |
| But we are best friends, right? I don't like the way you say my name | |
| You're always looking for someone to blame | |
| Now you want me to suffer just cause | |
| You was born wide | |
| But we are best friends right? You're Stephanie and I'm Paulette | |
| You know what all my faces mean | |
| And its easy to smoke it up, forget | |
| Everything that happened in between So I had love for you when I was 4 | |
| And there's no one I wanna smoke with more | |
| Someday I'll buy the Rizla, so you get the dro | |
| Cause we are best friends right, right, right, right? | |
| Because we are best friends right? | |
| Because we are best friends right? My heart is sad and lonely | |
| For you I sigh, for you dear only | |
| Why haven't you seen it | |
| I'm all for you body and soul | |
| I spend my days in longin' | |
| And wondering why it's me you're (ogling) I tell you I mean it | |
| I'm all for you body and soul | |
| I can't believe it | |
| It's hard to conceive it | |
| That you turn away romance | |
| Are you pretending | |
| It looks like the ending | |
| And less I could have one more chance to prove, dear My life a wreck you're making | |
| You know I'm yours for just the taking | |
| I'd gladly surrender myself to you body and soul | |
| My life a wreck you're making | |
| You know I'm yours for just the taking | |
| I would gladly surrender myself to you body and soul Attracts me, till it hurts to concentrate, | |
| Distract me, stop me doin work I hate | |
| Just to show him how it feels; | |
| I walk past his desk in heels | |
| One leg resting on the chair | |
| From the side he pulls my hair. Amy Amy Amy | |
| Although I've been here before | |
| Amy Amy Amy | |
| Your just to hard to ignore | |
| Masculin you spin a spell | |
| I think you'd wear me well | |
| Amy Amy Amy | |
| Wheres my morel parallel It takes me, half an hour to write a verse | |
| He makes me imagine it from bad to worse | |
| My weakness from the other sex | |
| Every time his shoulders flex | |
| The way the shirt hangs off his back | |
| My train of thought spins right off track Amy Amy Amy | |
| Although I've been here before Amy Amy Amy | |
| He's just to hard to ignore | |
| Masculine he spins a spell | |
| I think he'd wear me well | |
| Amy Amy Amy | |
| Wheres my morel parallel His own style, right down to his diesel jeans | |
| Imobile, I can't think by any means | |
| Underwhere peeks at the top | |
| I'll let you know where you should stop | |
| From the picture my mind drew | |
| I know I'd look good on you Amy Amy Amy | |
| Although I've been here before | |
| Amy Amy Amy | |
| Your just to hard to ignore | |
| Masculine you spin a spell | |
| I think you'd wear me well | |
| Amy Amy Amy | |
| Wheres my morel parallel Creative energy abused | |
| All my lyrics go unused | |
| When I clock black hair blue eyes | |
| I drift off I fantasize Amy Amy Amy | |
| Although I've been here before | |
| Amy Amy Amy | |
| He's just to hard to ignore | |
| Masculine he spins a spell | |
| I think he'd wear me well | |
| Amy Amy Amy | |
| Wheres my morel parallel | |
| Amy Amy Amy | |
| Although I've been here before | |
| Amy Amy Amy | |
| He's just to hard to ignore | |
| Masculine he spins a spell | |
| I think he'd wear me well | |
| Amy Amy Amy | |
| Wheres my morel parallel Nobody stands in between me and my man it's me and Mr Jones | |
| What kind of fuckery is this? You made me Mr Slick Ricky | |
| I thought I didn't love you when I did | |
| I can't believe you played me out like that No you ain't worth guest lists plus one of all them girls you kissed | |
| You can't keep lying to yourself like this | |
| I can't believe you played yourself like this Who loves one thing but come Brixton | |
| Nobody stands in between me and my man | |
| 'Cause it's me and Mr Jones | |
| What kind of fuckery are we? Nowadays you don't mean dick to me | |
| I might let you make it up to me, who's playing Saturday What kind of fuckery are you? Besides from some of you being my best black Joe | |
| But I could swear that we were through | |
| I still wonder about the things you do Mr Destiny lying infinitely, nobody stands in between me and my man | |
| 'Cause it's me and Mr Jones I can see you ahead of me | |
| But I'm not always forward thinkin' | |
| I tell you what you want to hear | |
| It depends on what I've been drinkin' Cause everything I do or say | |
| Makes it hard for you to stay | |
| We both know what it is Now-a-days we talk too much | |
| Like your forgetting all the good shit | |
| You decide what's wrong with me | |
| I always used to let you say But now I like to think out loud | |
| Your runnin' with some different crowd | |
| We both know what it is I don't know you anymore | |
| Supposed to be the man | |
| That I live my life by | |
| And your attitude become a bore | |
| And I'm so tired I cant even cry Mr Ultra sensitive | |
| I'll never let myself forget you | |
| Messed each other up you know | |
| So I'm sorry if I upset you Tomorrow is another day | |
| So I'll call you cause that's OK We both know what it is I don't know you anymore | |
| Supposed to be the man | |
| That I live my life by | |
| And you're attitude become a bore | |
| And I'm so tired | |
| I can't even cry Relationship doesn't remain | |
| We resonate on different flames | |
| I could cut you down again | |
| If you were like all other men | |
| If you were like all other men | |
| I know that I could shut you down again | |
| But my friend, but my friend I don't know you anymore | |
| Supposed to be the man | |
| That I live my life by | |
| And your attitude become a bore | |
| And I'm so tired I cant even cry I don't know you anymore | |
| Supposed to be the man | |
| That I live my life by | |
| And your attitude become a bore | |
| And I'm so tired I can't even cry All I can ever be to you, | |
| Is a darkness that we knew, | |
| And this regret I had to get accustomed to, | |
| Once it was so right, | |
| When we were at our high, | |
| Waiting for you in the hotel at night, | |
| I knew I hadn't met my match, | |
| But every moment we could snatch, | |
| I don't know why I got so attached, | |
| It's my responsibility, | |
| And you don't owe nothing to me, | |
| But to walk away I have no capacity He walks away, | |
| The sun goes down, | |
| He takes the day but I'm grown, | |
| And in this grey, in this blue shade | |
| My tears dry on their own, I don't understand, | |
| Why do I stress a man, | |
| When there's so many better things at hand, | |
| We could a never had it all, | |
| We had to hit a wall, | |
| So this is inevitable withdrawal, | |
| Even if I stop wanting you, | |
| A perspective pushes through, | |
| I'll be some next man's other woman soon, I shouldn't play myself again, | |
| I should just be my own best friend, | |
| Not fuck myself in the head with stupid men, He walks away, | |
| The sun goes down, | |
| He takes the day but I'm grown, | |
| And it's okay, | |
| In this blue shade, | |
| My tears dry on their own, So we are history, | |
| Your shadow covers me | |
| The sky above, | |
| A blaze He walks away, | |
| The sun goes down, | |
| He takes the day but I'm grown, | |
| And it's okay, | |
| In this blue shade | |
| My tears dry on their own, I wish I could say no regrets, | |
| And no emotional debts, | |
| And as we kiss goodbye the sun sets, | |
| So we are history, | |
| The shadow covers me, | |
| The sky above a blaze that only lovers see, He walks away, | |
| The sun goes down, | |
| He takes the day but I'm grown, | |
| And it's okay, | |
| In this blue shade, | |
| My tears dry on their own, He walks away, | |
| The sun goes down, | |
| He takes the day but I'm grown, | |
| And it's okay, | |
| My deep shade, | |
| My tears dry on their own He walks away, | |
| The sun goes down, | |
| He takes the day but I'm grown, | |
| And it's okay, | |
| My deep shade, | |
| My tears dry She sits home and dreams | |
| That her man will leave his mark on her hand | |
| He's not all he seems | |
| But she's seen a dress, she has the flowers planned | |
| Now she won't be happy | |
| Till she look down and sees the engagement ring | |
| It's for security | |
| But she will be waiting years for her wedding [Chorus] | |
| For me it ain't real | |
| It's fools gold | |
| There too many fools sold | |
| Not an excuse oh | |
| For me it ain't real | |
| It's fools gold | |
| I don't hear everything I'm told He won't change her life | |
| He just chasing tail | |
| And wasting her time | |
| She calls herself his wife | |
| He calls her at 8 says be here by 9 | |
| She don't notice how when she gets the ring | |
| It's not a good fit | |
| So next time that they row She throws it out | |
| It goes to the last girl he hit [Chorus] So take the gold you find | |
| And for your own sake | |
| Hold it in your hand | |
| Now make sure you bite down | |
| And watch your tooth don't break on that wedding band For me it ain't real | |
| It's fools gold | |
| There too many fools sold | |
| Not an excuse oh | |
| For me it ain't real | |
| Yes it's fools gold Every day I see you | |
| My hands were made for you | |
| And you always give me stress free point of view | |
| Pick you up after school Mister Magic, take a token | |
| Mister Magic, of my love | |
| Mister Magic, I see you through the smoke Without you I'm misery | |
| Blue without my green | |
| All the songs sound better when you're next to me | |
| Yeah, 'cause you come naturally Mister Magic, take a token | |
| Mister Magic, of my love, love, love (Mister Magic) | |
| I see you through the smoke Laying on my bed | |
| I reach over for you | |
| And you so fresh you even make the standards new | |
| Burn the tip to get you through Mister Magic, take a token | |
| Mister Magic, of my love | |
| Mister Magic, I see you through the smoke Mister Magic | |
| Mister Magic | |
| Mister Magic, waiting for the smoke to clear | |
| I'm waiting for the smoke to clear It's always gone within two days. | |
| Follow my father, his extravagant ways. | |
| So if I got it I will spend it all, | |
| Camden and Parkway 'til I hit a wall. I cross my fingers at the cash machine, | |
| As I check my balance I kiss the screen. | |
| I love it when it says I got the means, | |
| To go to Miss Sixty and pick up my new jeans. Chorus: (x2) | |
| Never lasts me long, | |
| Handle finance wrong, | |
| Blow it all on bags and shoes, | |
| Jazz 'n blues. Standin' too deep at the bar today, | |
| Wait with impatience to throw my cash away. | |
| Four white Russians a JD and Coke, Buy their drinks all night and now I am broke. | |
| But that's cool 'cause I can borrow more from you, | |
| And I didn't forget about that fifty pound, too. | |
| Tell you what, my advance is comin' through, | |
| I'll take you out shoppin', | |
| Can you wait 'til next June? Yeah. Chorus: | |
| Never lasts me long, | |
| Handle finance wrong (handle it wrong), | |
| Blow it all on bags and shoes, | |
| Jazz 'n blues (jazz and blues). | |
| Never lasts me long (long), | |
| Handle finance wrong (wrong), | |
| Blow it all on bags and shoes (blow it all), | |
| Jazz 'n blues. Tall and tanned and young and lovely | |
| The girl from Ipanema goes walking | |
| And when she passes | |
| Each man she passes | |
| Goes Aaah! When she moves it's like a samba | |
| That swings so cool and sways so gently | |
| That when she passes | |
| Each man she passes | |
| Goes Aaah! Oh but he watches so sadly | |
| How can he tell her he loves her | |
| He would just give his heart gladly But each day when she walks to the sea | |
| She looks straight ahead not at he Tall and tanned and young and lovely | |
| The girl from Ipanema goes walking | |
| And when she passes | |
| He smiles | |
| But she doesn't see | |
| No she doesn't see | |
| She just doesn't see Runnin' down my batt - er- ies | |
| Layin' me out to rest | |
| Knowin' when that is | |
| Five hours | |
| I wake up and de-stress | |
| And I'm diggin' myself into a hole | |
| And these days I just work | |
| I will when I have so much sun CHORUS: | |
| And lately I've forgotten who I am | |
| Late - ely my energy's just drained away | |
| And now..my mind..is workin' overtime | |
| It's been a loooong day | |
| Such a long day, ...ay, ay mmm | |
| and while all my contempt | |
| For every...(all my friends say) | |
| I should take in college now | |
| My education is dragging, dragging | |
| innit | |
| My guitar to London town | |
| And the thing that wakes me | |
| when I could sleep instead | |
| Is the thought that to deny? | |
| That I could fall back into bed Chorus: | |
| And lately, I 've forgotten who I am | |
| Late - ely, my energy's just drained away | |
| And now...my mind....is workin' overtime | |
| It's been a looooooooooooooong day | |
| It's been a long day Recently my head | |
| It ain't recharged as such | |
| And sleep can only cure, yeah | |
| A restless mind so much Chorus: | |
| Lately I've forgotten who I am | |
| Sleep too late | |
| My energy's just drained away | |
| And now my mind is workin' overtime | |
| It's been a long day | |
| It's been a long long long day | |
| It's been a long long long day | |
| It's been a long day | |
| So long, so long, so loooooooooong Mmm yeah | |
| Oooooh, yeah [Chorus x2:] | |
| B boy, be my baby (won't you be my baby) | |
| My one and only baby (be my baby now) | |
| B boy, be my baby (be my baby now) | |
| My one and only baby (Oh, oh, oh, oh) It was winnin' time, you know what they say | |
| Did you think about us, did you miss your baby? | |
| I'ma catch the train, guess I'm headin' your way | |
| You're my number one, that's all, a newborn son | |
| Won't you be my king? (won't you be my king?) 'Cause I know you care, I'll dirty dance for you | |
| And when I'm done I'm gonna do it again | |
| And when it's over I'ma pull you closer | |
| Keep your Nikes on, you know how we do | |
| There's nothing he won't try | |
| We're like two stars in the sky You are my rainy day, sunshine | |
| It's plain to see | |
| My heat in the cold of Winter | |
| Just so right for me | |
| So won't you please [Chorus] Put two in the air if you feel like me | |
| Someone who cares feels so freaky | |
| In demand by all the ladies | |
| He's not for sale, he's being home-delivered to me | |
| So hang up for your trying cards, please (he's my baby) Love-sick calls, that's what I get | |
| I hear his voice and things get wet | |
| Knows what I want, then he'll fetch | |
| He's my boo and I'm his little pet, his little pet | |
| You never know what he'll do next, he's my baby My rainy days, my sunshine | |
| Living fantasy | |
| My heat in the cold of Winter | |
| Just so right for me | |
| So won't you please [Chorus x2] Make a name for myself in different ways | |
| All the while you will see my songs of praise | |
| How can I concentrate when all the while my head | |
| Throw me scenarios so I tease my self esteem | |
| Though I can talk it through | |
| Really I finally talk | |
| My frustration is released but nothing let em know | |
| And added to that Im sick of having to seek some peace | |
| Because I need emotion with my physical release Cant help | |
| But bring it up and beat the point to death | |
| But my | |
| Words are for nothing, Im wasting my breath | |
| Cant help | |
| But bring it up and beat the point to death | |
| But my words are for nothing, I just keep wasting my breath Now everywhere I got and I always stare | |
| I justify attraction by your hands, your lips, your hair | |
| And so although I always look I know that I cant touch | |
| And because I can only take a full time man so much | |
| And now I reached a point where I dont care anymore | |
| Its a necessity just like it was before | |
| Many says I ignore the way my body aches | |
| Cause Im the shit I earn I cant look for my sins | |
| Oh, oh, no Cant help | |
| But bring it up and beat the point to death | |
| But my | |
| Words are for nothing, Im wasting my breath | |
| Cant help | |
| But bring it up and beat the point to death | |
| But my words are for nothing, I just keep wasting my breath Cant help | |
| I cant help but bring it up, no | |
| But my | |
| Nothing, no | |
| Cant | |
| I cant help, no, no | |
| But my words are for nothing, I just keep wasting my breath Cant help | |
| But bring it up and beat the point to death | |
| But my | |
| Words are for nothing, Im wasting my breath | |
| Cant help | |
| But bring it up and beat the point to death | |
| But my words are for nothing, I just keep wasting my breath Cant help | |
| But my | |
| Cant help | |
| But my words are for nothing, I just keep wasting my breath You're just a little boy underneath that hat | |
| You need your nerve to hide your ego, don't come with that | |
| You think everything is handed to you free | |
| But it's not that easy, no I gotta know you now | |
| We may never meet again | |
| I gotta know you now and then My girl says I'm too sensitive to ride with you | |
| But I'm not listening to her, mm hm | |
| Yes I'm perceptive so when I've dance with you | |
| You'll whisk your head back the way it were | |
| As you were I gotta know you now | |
| We may never meet again | |
| I gotta know you now and then Oh, I'm not ruling you out | |
| I'm just in doubt as to what you say you're all about, yeah I gotta know you now | |
| We may never meet again | |
| I gotta show you now and them | |
| I gotta know you now and then I gotta know you now | |
| We may never meet again I gotta know you now | |
| We may never meet again I gotta know you now | |
| We may never meet again I gotta know you now | |
| We may never meet again You should be stronger than me | |
| You been here 7 years longer than me | |
| Don't you know you supposed to be the man, | |
| Not pal in comparison to who you think I am, You always wanna talk it through - I don't care! | |
| I always have to comfort you when I'm there | |
| But that's what I need you to do - stroke my hair! 'cause' I've forgotten all of young love's joy, | |
| Feel like a lady, but you my lady boy, You should be stronger than me, | |
| But instead you're longer than frozen turkey, | |
| Why'd you always put me in control? | |
| All I need is for my man to live up to his role, | |
| Always wanna talk it through- I'm ok, | |
| Always have to comfort you every day, | |
| But that's what I need you to do - are you gay? I've forgotten all of young love's joy | |
| Feel like a lady, but you my lady boy He said 'the respect I made you earn - | |
| Thought you had so many lessons to learn' | |
| I said 'You don't know what love is - get a grip!' - | |
| Sounds as if you're reading from some other tired script I'm not gonna meet your mother anytime | |
| I just wanna rip your body over mine | |
| So tell me why you think that's a crime I've forgotten all of young love's joy | |
| Feel like a lady, but you my lady boy Today my bird flew away | |
| Gone to find her big blue jay | |
| Starlight before she took flight | |
| I sung a lullaby of bird land every night | |
| Sung for my Ava every night Ava was the morning, now she's gone | |
| She's reborn like Sarah Vaughan | |
| In the sanctuary she has found | |
| Birds surround her sweet sound | |
| And Ava flies in paradise With dread I woke in my bed | |
| To shooting pains up in my head | |
| Lovebird, my beautiful bird | |
| Spoken 'til one day she couldn't be heard | |
| She just stopped singing Ava was the morning, now she's gone | |
| She's reborn like Sarah Vaughan | |
| In the sanctuary she has found | |
| Birds surround her sweet sound | |
| And Ava flies in paradise It begins to tell 'round midnight | |
| 'Round midnight | |
| I do pretty well 'til after sundown | |
| Suppertime I'm feeling sad | |
| But it really gets bad 'round midnight Memories always start 'round midnight | |
| 'Round midnight | |
| Haven't got the heart to stand those memories | |
| When my heart is still with you | |
| And old midnight knows it too When some quarrel we had needs mending | |
| Does it mean that our love is ending | |
| Darling I need you | |
| Lately I find | |
| You're out of my arms | |
| And I'm out of my mind Let our love take wing some midnight | |
| 'Round midnight | |
| Let the angels sing | |
| For your returning | |
| Let our love be safe and sound | |
| When old midnight comes around Let our love take wing some midnight | |
| 'Round midnight | |
| Let the angels sing | |
| For your returning | |
| Let our love be safe and sound | |
| When old midnight comes around He can only hold her for so long, the lights are on but no one's home | |
| She's so vacant, her soul is taken | |
| He thinks 'What's she running from? | |
| Now, how can he have a heart? When it got stole | |
| So he tries to pacify her, for what's inside her never dies Even if she's contenting his wants, she is played with urgency | |
| Searches the man she misses, the man that he longs to be | |
| Now, how can he have her heart? When it got stole | |
| So he tries to pacify her, 'cause what's inside her never dies So he tries to pacify her, 'cause of what's inside her it never dies | |
| So he tries to pacify her, for what's inside her never dies Meet you downstairs in the bar and heard | |
| Your rolled up sleeves and your skull t-shirt | |
| You say, "What did you do with him today?" | |
| And sniff me out like I was Tanqueray 'Cause you're my fella, my guy | |
| Hand me your Stella and fly | |
| By the time I'm out the door | |
| You tear me down like Roger Moore I cheated myself | |
| Like I knew I would | |
| I told ya I was troubled | |
| You know that I'm no good Upstairs in bed with my ex-boy | |
| He's in the place, but I can't get joy | |
| Thinking of you in the final throes | |
| This is when my buzzer goes Run out to meet your chips and pitter | |
| You say when we're married 'cause you're not bitter | |
| There'll be none of him no more | |
| I cried for you on the kitchen floor I cheated myself | |
| Like I knew I would | |
| I told ya I was troubled | |
| You know that I'm no good Ayo, I knew you was trouble when I first laid eyes on you | |
| Temperature's so hot, the heat just rise with you | |
| Let me ride with you, talk about your mistakes | |
| You cheated yourself but these are the breaks | |
| And it never be the same again, cause of old boy | |
| But oh boy, together we make so much joy | |
| In the sands and oh, what a wet, wee-wee | |
| But you played me, so I had to roll up my sleeves and | |
| Hunt you down, holding the next man's stacks | |
| Now you sorry, tryin' bring that old thing back and | |
| Act like we can rekindle that flame | |
| It's a shame, how you can't get me off the brain | |
| He that lame, you love how I bring the pain | |
| Got the rug burns stinging and you saying my name | |
| Say my name, that's right, I'm high post | |
| Get the champagne, love, word up, we gon' toast I cheated myself | |
| Like I knew I would | |
| I told you I was trouble | |
| You know that I'm no good I cheated myself | |
| Like I knew I would | |
| I told you I was trouble | |
| Yet you know that I'm no good Attracts me, till it hurts to concentrate, | |
| Distract me, stop me doin work I hate | |
| Just to show him how it feels; | |
| I walk past his desk in heels | |
| One leg resting on the chair | |
| From the side he pulls my hair. Amy Amy Amy | |
| Although I've been here before | |
| Amy Amy Amy | |
| Your just to hard to ignore | |
| Masculin you spin a spell | |
| I think you'd wear me well | |
| Amy Amy Amy | |
| Wheres my morel parallel It takes me, half an hour to write a verse | |
| He makes me imagine it from bad to worse | |
| My weakness from the other sex | |
| Every time his shoulders flex | |
| The way the shirt hangs off his back | |
| My train of thought spins right off track Amy Amy Amy | |
| Although I've been here before Amy Amy Amy | |
| He's just to hard to ignore | |
| Masculine he spins a spell | |
| I think he'd wear me well | |
| Amy Amy Amy | |
| Wheres my morel parallel His own style, right down to his diesel jeans | |
| Imobile, I can't think by any means | |
| Underwhere peeks at the top | |
| I'll let you know where you should stop | |
| From the picture my mind drew | |
| I know I'd look good on you Amy Amy Amy | |
| Although I've been here before | |
| Amy Amy Amy | |
| Your just to hard to ignore | |
| Masculine you spin a spell | |
| I think you'd wear me well | |
| Amy Amy Amy | |
| Wheres my morel parallel Creative energy abused | |
| All my lyrics go unused | |
| When I clock black hair blue eyes | |
| I drift off I fantasize Amy Amy Amy | |
| Although I've been here before | |
| Amy Amy Amy | |
| He's just to hard to ignore | |
| Masculine he spins a spell | |
| I think he'd wear me well | |
| Amy Amy Amy | |
| Wheres my morel parallel | |
| Amy Amy Amy | |
| Although I've been here before | |
| Amy Amy Amy | |
| He's just to hard to ignore | |
| Masculine he spins a spell | |
| I think he'd wear me well | |
| Amy Amy Amy | |
| Wheres my morel parallel I can't wait to get away from you | |
| Unsurprisingly you hate me too | |
| We only communicate when we need to fight | |
| But we are best friends right? You're too good at pretending you don't care | |
| There's enough resentment in the air | |
| Now you don't want me in the flat | |
| When you?re home at night | |
| But we're best friends right? You're Stephanie and I'm Paulette | |
| You know what all my faces mean | |
| And it's easy to smoke it up, forget | |
| Everything that happened in between Nicky's right when he says I can't win | |
| So I don't wanna tell you anything | |
| I can't even think about | |
| How you feel inside | |
| But we are best friends, right? I don't like the way you say my name | |
| You're always looking for someone to blame | |
| Now you want me to suffer just cause | |
| You was born wide | |
| But we are best friends right? You're Stephanie and I'm Paulette | |
| You know what all my faces mean | |
| And its easy to smoke it up, forget | |
| Everything that happened in between So I had love for you when I was 4 | |
| And there's no one I wanna smoke with more | |
| Someday I'll buy the Rizla, so you get the dro | |
| 'Cause we are best friends right, right, right, right? | |
| Because we are best friends right? | |
| Because we are best friends right? It's my party and I'll cry if I want to | |
| Cry if I want to | |
| Cry if I want to | |
| You would cry too if it's happened to you | |
| Nobody knows where my johnny has gone | |
| But Judy left the same time | |
| Why was he holding her hand | |
| When he's supposed to be mine Play all my records keep dancing all night | |
| But leave me alone for a while | |
| 'Till johnny's dancing with me | |
| I've got no reason to smile Judy and johnny just walked through that door | |
| Like a queen with her king | |
| Oh what a birthday surprise | |
| Judy's wearing his ring Lent you outsiders and my new Badu | |
| While you were thinking I didn't have a clue | |
| Tough to sort files with your voice in my head | |
| So then I bribed you downstairs with a Marlboro red And now I feel so small discovering you knew | |
| How much more torture would you have put me through? | |
| You probably saw me laughing at all your jokes | |
| Or how I did not mind when you stole all my smokes yeah And although my pride is not easy to disturb yeah | |
| You sent me flying when you kicked me to the curb | |
| With your battered jeans and your Beastie tee | |
| Now I can't work like this, with you next to me And although he's nothing in the scheme of my years | |
| It just serves to bludgeon my futile tears | |
| And I'm not use to this,no no, I observe, I don't chase | |
| So now I'm stuck with consequences, thrust in my face | |
| And the melodramas of my day delivery blows | |
| And that surpass your rejection it just goes to show | |
| A simple attraction that reflects right back to me | |
| So I'm not as into you as I appear to be And although my pride's not easily disturbed | |
| You sent me flying when you kicked me to the curb | |
| With your battered jeans and your Beastie tee yeah yeah | |
| Now I can't work like this with you next to me yeah yeah His message was brutal but the delivery was kind | |
| Maybe if I get this down I'll get it off my mind | |
| It serves to condition me and smoothen my kinks | |
| Despite my frustration for the way that he thinks | |
| And I knew the truth, when it came, would be to that effect | |
| At least you're attracted to me which I did not expect | |
| Didn't think you get my number down as such | |
| But I never hated myself for my age so much yeah And although my pride's, yeah, not easily disturbed, yeah | |
| You sent me flying when you kicked me to the curb | |
| So with your battered jeans yeah and your Beastie tee | |
| Now I can't work like this, no, with you next to me And although my pride's, yeah, not easily disturbed, yeah | |
| You sent me flying when you kicked me to the curb | |
| So with your battered jeans yeah and your Beastie tee | |
| Now I can't work like this, no, with you next to me |