Too busy to think about us And you were just too busy being fabulous 'Cause you were just too busy being fabulous I came home to an empty house And I found your little note 'Don't wait up for me tonight' And that was all she wrote Do you think I don't

And that was a dark depressing time for him, you know He did had one visit with his mother I think During the time that he lived with me and she brought Him a huge box filled with gifts you know clothes and all Kinds of little goodies and stuff and it

We get a little crazy We get a little loud We're never gonna fake it We are wild We are free We are more than you think So call us freaks But that's just the way we roll

I'll be thinking about you baby Here's to the good life or so they say All those parties and games that all those people play They tell me this is the place to be All those beautiful people and nothing to see Sometimes I feel like something is gone here

Is it difficult? If you got something to say Say it to my face Don’t be a little bitch and put up a front Did you really think you could fuck with the evilest rap girl in the whole planet And get away with that? No it doesn’t work like that What a little

We get down down down Let's get loud loud loud till there's love and nothing else We feel sorry for ourselves We all need somebody's help And I get so overwhelmed till it's hard to tell What I'm thinking 'Cause the more that you give the more that comes

All I do is think of you I can't get you off my mind Day and night that's all I do I can't wait to get to school each day And wait for you to pass my way (And bells start to ring) and angels start to sing Hey that's the girl for you (ooh, yeah) So what

Don't cry for me Argentina It won't be easy, you'll think it strange When I try to explain how I feel But I still need your love after all that I've done. You won't believe me All you will see is a girl you once knew Although she's dressed up to the

Oh I like you too and to tell you the truth That wasn't my chair after all. Well excuse me, but I think you've got my chair, No that one's not taken, I don't mind if you sit here, I'll be glad to share. Yea it's usually, packed here on Friday nights, Oh

You've chased down every last mile Show me the way back home 'Cause I've been out there running For way too long And all that I've learned And just when you think There's always another one I need someone to show me the way back home So many lost souls