Were you there? The sky is falling on me As your hand's turning old and weak I'm giving myself upon to thee A futile sacrifice gone sere Do you feel the thorns? Do you see the tears? Do you see the bloodshed in this fell war? Have you forsaken us?

With no makeup Don't have to curl my hair up All this booty here mine I'mma dolla worth a dime Real bosses stand up Ladies throw your hands up And say I know I'm cute I know I'm fly You ask me why

It's not fading, not fading, my hearts for you And if your lonely, wondering about me If I have gone and you alone and still can't feel you It's all alone, you kept me strong, I still can't feel you Call out my name, I'll be there I know it's not so easy

On videotape When I'm at the pearly gates This will be on my videotape, my videotape Mephistopheles is just beneath And he's reaching up to grab me This is one for the good days And I have it all here In red, blue, green Red, blue, green

In my mind, in my head That is where We are from This is where we all came from The dreams we have, the love we share This is what we're waiting for And in my mind, in my head

It's all that I am, it's all that I have Why do I keep falling? In the cold light, I live to love and adore you In the cold light, I live, I only live for you It’s all that I am, it’s all that I have And in the cold light, I live to love and adore you A

I always wonder If we could've have been something Or is it all in my mind and Here I might have missed something That we left behind and And have you wondered could we be Something extraordinary Cause I always wonder Do you ever think of me

And be happy for the rest of your life Make a little more love Make a little less money Off a little less honey Can’t have it made there in the shade When you’re workin’ all the time Make a little more love, more love Be happy for the rest of your life

When it come to loving, I ain't never done I'm 74 years young I've been all around the world, everywhere is home Drink wine with kings and the Rolling Stones 'Cause I'm 74 years young I'm 74 years young, there ain't nothing I haven't done I've been a dog

There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun It has been the ruin of many a poor girl And me, oh, God, I'm one If I had listened to what my mother said, I`d have been at home today, But I was young and foolish, oh, God Let a rambler lead me