I've got new rules, I count 'em I've gotta tell them to myself You ain't getting over him One, One, don't pick up the phone You know he's only calling 'cause he's drunk and alone Two, Two, don't let him in Three Three, don't be his friend You know you're gonna wake up

They say they ready for whatever! One for the money, two for the show They say they ready for whatever Three Three for them hoes saying anything goes I been around the world, twice to be exact Six bad bitches and they lapped up in the back And you know it

You fade in-out You gotta be bad enough to beat the brave Without a doubt I don't see no shine Today is just a daydream She fade in-out We fade in-out (Said, let's go) (One, One, two, three, four)

Cause it's always been a matter of trust It's a matter of trust Some love is just a lie of the heart The cold remains of what began with a passionate start One, One, two, one, one, two, three, four And they may not want it to end But it will it's just a question

They call it jazz, man That's the way they do it That's the way they roll They shake it down, down, down One, One, two, three He plays so sexy to me Three Three, four, five, six Kit's got some brand new licks Six, seven, eight

All your eyes have ever seen All you've ever heard Is etched upon my memory I spoken through my words All that I take with me Is all you've left behind We're sharing one eternity Living in two minds Linked by an endless thread

One time, two times, three times Sometimes I scrap sometimes Im throwin up the peace sign Its two sides to a nigga though I said Its two sides to a nigga yo Ay look sometimes I'm feeling high Then I'm feeling low Lord will I die will I survive let a

Ball of confusion That's what the world is today, hey Uh, yeah, that's what the world is today, hey Let me hear you, let me hear you say Let me hear you, let me hear you One, One, two, three, four People moving out, people moving in, why? Because the color of

Tequila, great big buzz in a little bitty glass One shot, two shot, three, Tequila floor Cowboy bouncers 'bout to bowl me out the door Jose got me stumblin', mumblin' like a fool That worms got a kick like a Tennessee mule Wake up in the mornin', hurtin'

For a boy in Fiddler's Green Oh nothing's changed anyway One, One, two, three, four, one, one, two September seventeen For a girl I know it's Mother's Day Her son has gone alee And that's where he will stay Wind on the weathervane Tearing blue eyes sailor-mean