're beggin' 'Cause they know I'm coming straight back home to you And they know I'm a constant fool for you So I'm putting my things on the u haul And
Ladies and gentlemen This here is another one for tha steppas DJ Wayne Williams Put the record on Whoa oh, whoa oh, whoa oh, whoa yeah Whoa yeah Whoa
Unos, dos, tres, catorce! Lights go down it's dark The jungle is your head Can't rule your heart A feeling so much Stronger than a thought Your eyes
When you cry Boy I cry Don't let go Or I'll die When u cry Baby, I cry And if you take your love away I'll just die If you love me once I'll love you
Da da da da da da I just wanna be close to you The way you look in the morning I can see your face and your daze The way (the way, the way) your silence
LIKE U, NOW IM TRYIN WIFE U NEVER HAD NO PLANS TO LOVE U LIKE I DO. IT'S CRAZY HOW I LIKE U MORE THAN IM SUPPOSE TOO. GIRL I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO DIDN
hidin' out in a rock and roll band Shake the hand that shook the hand Of P.T. Barnum and Charlie Chan Shine your shoes, light your fuse Can you use them ol' U
Yeah Lover, I'm on the street Gonna go where the bright lights And the big city meet With a red guitar, on fire Desire She's a candle burning in my
Boy, you know you make me float Boy, you really get me high I feel like I'm on dope 'Cause you serve me on a regular Boy, you gotta stroke Before drifting
I know it's so unfair to you But I'd be lingering the rest to you Wish I knew, wish I knew how to separate the two U remind me, whoa U remind of a
I'm not afraid Of anything in this world There's nothing you can throw at me That I haven't already heard I'm just trying to find A decent melody A song
Yeah, yeah High, higher than the sun You shoot me from a gun I need you to elevate me here At the corner of your lips As the orbit of your hips Eclipse
In a little while Surely you'll be back In a little while I'll be there In a little while This hurt will hurt no more I'll be home, Love When the night
In New York freedom looks like Too many choices In New York I found a friend To drown out the other voices Voices on the cell phone Voices from home
I'm not afraid Of anything in this world There's nothing you can throw at me That I haven't already heard I'm just tryin' to find A decent melody A song
Something is about to give I can feel it coming I think I know what it is I'm not afraid to die I'm not afraid to live And when I'm flat on my back I
Heaven on earth We need it now I'm sick of all of this Hanging around Sick of sorrow I'm sick of the pain I'm sick of hearing Again and again That there
There is a house in New Orleans They call The Rising Sun It's been the ruin of many a poor boy And God, I know I'm one I cried to my daddy on the telephone