Sha la la la Last night I lay in bed so blue 'Cause I realized the truth, they can't love me like you Baby they ain't got a clue, can't love me like you They try to romance me But you got that nasty And that's what I want (that's what I want) So baby,

That's where it is It's in his kiss If you want to know if he loves you so Whoa hug him and squeeze him tight Find out what you want to know If it's love, if it really is It's there in his kiss How about the way he acts Oh no! That's not the way

That's just my signature move I can't help you! What you want? Get in line! Take a number! If you leave it up to me And then I'll break it up Shoot myself in the foot To make a point I can't prove Stop! Not my fault, not at all!

I really don't want much for Christmas You could lose hate and I'd be blissful Make all the madness disappear That's it for what I wish No diamond-studded gifts I really don't want much this year but love Maybe just peace and while you're listening It

Live if you want to live Rastaman vibration, yeah! Positive! That's what we got to give! Got to have a good vibe! Iyaman Iration, yeah! Irie ites! In vibration yeah! Positive! Positive vibration, yeah! Positive! If you get down and you quarrel everyday,

Aiyyo it's the immaculate conception Busta Bus himself And nuttin other than the godfather, spectacular X to the Zizzle That's what the fuck it is, 'nuff said YEAH! YEAH! YEAH! I want to see you motherfuckers put your hands up Stretch bitch like you doin

Go out on a ledge, with out any net That's what I'm gonna be about Yeah I want to be runnin' When the sand runs out I'm gonna stop lookin' back and start movin' on Love with all of my heart, make my mark I want to leave something here I spent the morning

That's where it is It's in his kiss If you want to know if he loves you so Whoa hug him and squeeze him tight Find out what you want to know If it's love, if it really is It's there in his kiss How about the way he acts Oh no! That's not the way

When I grow up, I want to be a forester Run through the moss on high heels That's what I'll do, throwing out a boomerang Waiting for it to come back to me When I grow up, I want to live near the sea Crab claws and bottles of rum That's what I'll have

The winner takes it all I don't want to talk About the things we've gone through Though it's hurting me Now it's history I've played all my cards And that's what you've done too Nothing more to say No more ace to play