It's written on the wind, it's everywhere I go So if you really love me, come on and let it show You know I love you I always will My mind's made up by the way that I feel There's no beginning, there'll be no end 'Cause on my love you can depend I feel

You are appreciated Don't ya know we love ya? Sweet lady Place no one above ya, sweet lady Don't ya know we love ya? And dear mama And there's no way I can pay you back But my plan is to show you that I understand

'Cause life is like a slide show And all the things that I know Through all the highs and lows And all the things that I've seen And all the things that I dream You can't take away from me And all the places I go Hey, when I think about all my time and

The way you look at me, I can tell that you're a freak And I can show you how to hump without making love And I'll be laying in the sun, bottle and a gun Get down, I'll show you how If you got beef, then you better step up bitch I'll have a bottle and a

Tell me where am I now (oh-o) Why, where and how All this time Show me the road back home (oh-yeah) Show me the road back home, back home You never sympathize I can't find my way back inside What you give is what you get But you drew the line on me baby

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh To each their own and find peace in knowing Ain't always broken, but here's to hoping Show no emotion, against your coding Just act as hard as you can You don't need a friend Boy,

Only you, the only one that stole my heart away. There can only be, you for me. You, turned me inside out and you showed me. What life was about. Let me tell you now All that's on my mind. For a love like yours. Is oh, so very hard to find.

It's just the beginnin' You can put me through loads of trouble But in anyway I can walk on fire, it ain't stoppin' me It's just showin' me the way Come thunder, lightning all over me I'd still be on my way It's just the beginnin' and not the end No use

So I wanna know What's the name of the game? Can you feel it the way I do? Tell me please, 'cause I have to know I'm a bashful child, beginning to grow And you make me talk And you make me feel And you make me show What I'm trying to conceal

But lets forget all that And give me the number if you can find it So I can call just to tell him I'm fine And to show, I overcome the blow I learned to take it well I only wish my words could just convince myself That it just wasn't real Operator, could