A-won't ya say yes? Don't ya say no Make me feel good, Kiddio I wrote you a six-page letter But you started talkin' 'bout the weather Kiddio, don'tcha know that's wrong? I can't stand this playin' 'round Help me up; don't let me down If you love me, let

Years will do the walking Time will tell you baby what you can't hear now I'll just find a comfy spot and wait it out Time will do the talking I hated being your fool And make a pretty memory out of my disgrace Oh baby don't you know that the Time will

Come and see me for once You don't ever come to me, you don't ever come to me All she talkin' bout is come and see me for once All she hit me with is come and see me for once Doesn't make sense now Shit just got real, things are getting intense now I

Phonography, phonography, Let's talk about biology, Talk that sexy talk to me, Better make sure that the line is clean, Keep it confidential, you and me. Dirty talking, call it phonography (hey) And I make no apologies, (uh uh) I'm into phonography, (uh

It's indie rock'n'roll for me It's all I need In a clutch I'm talking every word for all the boys Make it up, break it up, what do you care Indie rock'n'roll is what I want It's in my soul, it's what I need Indie rock'n'roll, it's time

Shoot you with desire My gun's for hire The word is out that I'm about And I've come gunning for you I'm a real entertainer, a mischief maker A lover of no fixed abode Quick draw on the floor No law give you more Sweet talker, lover of sin

La la la la Can't calm down, stalker's round, yeah Can't make a sound, you force my love out Scared in your arms And I know it's a no, no, how I'm feeling for you I can't rid him of my sheets Pain wants me to let go Hurts so much that it's sweet How does

If you want me, you got me, and if you need me, you got me all night And if you love me, you got me all night long Momma said be careful what you do, yeah you. She said, don't you let just anybody talk to you, no no no I can't hide the way you make me

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

"G" stands for girl-like Gangsta (Ladies say) Don't make 'em like me anymore So we in danger So at ease, little guy, we out-rank ya And when the G's come around just put your hands up Listen when I speak, Don't talk 'til I say so, Real G's work hard for