Said, "Come on Superman, say your stupid line" Don't make me wait forever I was doing fine without you Someone said they left together I ran out the door to get her She was holding hands with Trevor Not the greatest feeling ever Said, "Pull yourself

I'm not here for your entertainment You don't really wanna mess with me tonight Just stop and take a second I was fine before you walked into my life Cause you know it's over, before it began Keep your drink, just give me the money It's just you and your

I'm in with the in crowd It feels nice, it feels nice Any time of the year, don't you hear I'm in the in crowd I go where the in crowd goes And I know what the in crowd knows Dressing fine, making time We breeze up and down the street We get respect from

I'm in a New York state of mind Out of touch with the rhythm and blues But now I need a little give and take The New York Times, the Daily News It comes down to reality And it's fine with me cause I've let it slide I don't care if it's Chinatown or on

As we walk down the country lanes, Hear the wind within the trees, Telling mother nature 'bout you and me Ah caught you smiling at me, That's the way it should be, Like a leaf is to a tree, so fine Ah all the good times we had, I sang love songs so glad

It's been a long time, a time I shouldn't left you Without a Mustard beat to step to Flex to, let loose, finesse to Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, bang your set too Aw damn, no they didn't Three Musketeers back together and they winning And they getting too

I'm in a New York state of mind. Out of touch with the rhythym and blues But now I need a little give and take The New York Times, the Daily News. It comes down to reality, and it's fine with me cause I've let it slide. I don't care if it's Chinatown or

I can't stop loving you, time passes quickly and chances are few I won't stop till I'm through loving you, girl Dance beneath the light with that look in your eyes Reflections in my mind, thoughts I can't define My heart is racing and the night goes on I

I love a piano, I love a piano I love to hear somebody play Upon a piano, a grand piano It simply carries me away I know a fine way to treat a Steinway I love to run my fingers o'er the keys, the ivories And with the pedal I love to meddle When

Imagine my frustration with no Invitation to dance Wallflower, my dear I went down to the dance Such a clown by the wall Invited to dance By no one at all The couples danced fine So charming and gay