Time's a wastin' now And I ain't got no more time to play Everything is changin' now Pretty soon it's all gone away Can we make the changes now You know there's no other way Now's the time, the time is now It's not the why, it's just the how Have you

You can hide You can run But you can't escape my love If you feel like leaving But soon you'll be finding I'm not going to make you stay Here's how it goes You can run you can hide

As soon as I get my gun (Don't even have a gun) (Don't even have a gun!) But we want someone like you. We could get somebody else, Then let's go Can I bleed enough to fill up what the engine takes? I don't know They're teaching me to kill

A loser like me So everyone can hear Hit me with the words you got and knock me down Baby, I don't care Keep it up and soon enough you'll figure out You wanna be, you wanna be All of the dirt you've been throwin' my way It ain't so hard to take, that's

Maybe I can change your mind Soon as you walk out my door I'm gonna call a hundred times I'm not one of those crazy girls Now I'm one of those crazy girls Baby, are we really over now? Now when you say you wanna slow down Does it mean you wanna slow

Where did my baby go? I wonder where she ran off to I miss my baby so Please tell that girl if you meet her That someone's longing to see her I wish that she would get back soon (get back soon) I'm calling but I can't get through I'm searching for the

Nothing fucks with my baby Ain't you my baby? Nothing can get in the kid or my baby Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing When I first saw you The end was soon To Bethlehem It slouched and then Must've caught a good look at you

I'm the number one fan He said please come to Boston For the springtime I'm stayin' here with some friends And they've got lots of room You can sell your paintings on the sidewalk By a cafe where I hope to be workin' soon Please come to Boston

After the thrill is gone Same dances in the same old shoes Some habits that you just can't lose There's no telling what a man might lose The flame rises but it soon descends Empty pages and a frozen pen You're not quite lovers and you're not quite

Brand new whip got no keys Tailor my clothes, no starch please Soon as I nut, you can gon' leave Got M's in the bank, like: "Yes, indeed" Wheezy out of here When you livin' like this, they supposed to hate The dash, a digi', the schedule busy My head in