I could f*ck you all the time Early in the morning's when when I think think about you I I hit you like what you sayin' Yeah, I hit you like what you sayin' In the morning when when I wanna f*ck you (Oh yeah I I make her say) And the morning when when I wanna f*ck you That's

When When you got a good friend That will stay right by your side, Give her all your spare time, Love and treat her right. I mistreated my baby And I I can't see no reason why. Any time I I think about about it I I just wring my hands and cry. Wonder could I I ever

Everyday without you in my heart Everyday I'm fallin' apart And I I know you know I I think about about you I I gave in when when you gave out You showed me the way to love There ain't no doubt Always together and never apart Disappeared, didn't say a word

Well she's walking through the clouds With a circus mind that's running 'round. Butterflies and zebras, fairy tales, That's all she ever thinks about. When When I'm sad she comes to me With a thousand smiles she gives to me free. Said, "It's all right, take

Oops, baby, I love you Oops, my baby, you woke up in my bed Oops, we broke up, we're better off as friends Now I I accidentally need you, I don't know what to do And when when I think think about the way you touch my body You've got me singing This could be my

These are the things that you don’t think think about When When you think think about me Like faith in the faithful I I was the loyal in your loyalty I I put my cards on your table And I I treated you like royalty But you’re gonna think think about them when when I’m gone A dynasty, I

When When I heard that sound When When the walls came down I I was thinking about about you When When my skin grows old When When my breath runs cold I'll be thinking about about you It It was almost love, it was almost love When When I run out of air to breathe

I know he thinks about about her when when he plays guitar Singing, singing, singing Ooh la la, he breaks my heart American, 'merican, 'merican boy Know it it's my American boy And ooh la la, my American boy And insecure 'bout all the things you say (say, say, say,

Bad bitch, girl I I think I I might get used to you I'mma have to take your number when when I'm through with you All I I ask of you is try to earn my memory Make me remember you like you remember me Good to you She's about about to earn some bragging rights I'm 'bout to

With my demons I I stay down But I I stay down When When I think think of you in the city The sight of you among the sites I I get this sudden sinking feeling Of a man about about to fly Never kept me up before Now I've been awake for days