Baby I will take you far away Don’t you know these are our golden days Baby all the other boys they don’t see what I see Now won’t you say you see it in me Tamarinds and skinny jeans Oh won’t you be my summer love Take you walking through the garden And

Small talk, small talk Don't let them cry It's the way you sound The reason that you know yeah It's the way you get down I can tell you really are it Small talk how you doing there Small talk how you doing boy Small talk whatcha doing there

There's a boy, lost his way, looking for someone to play We don't know where to go, so I'll just get lost with you We'll never fall apart, 'cause we fit together right, we fit together right These dark clouds over me, rain down and roll away We'll never

I don't know how I'm gonna tell you I can't play with you no more I don't know how I'm gonna do what mama told me My friend the boy next door I can't believe what people saying You're gonna let your hair hang down I'm satisfied to sit here working all

Let's hear it for America's suitehearts But I must confess I'm in love with my own sins But I don't know much about classic cars Media blitz You could have knocked me out with a I know you've heard this all before, but were just Hell's (Neighbors)

And I am a material girl Living in a material world Living in a material world (material) You know that we are living in a material world Some boys kiss me Some boys hug me I think they're ok If they don't give me proper credit I just walk away

Every time you see me, boy, I got that Kel-Tec tucked You don't even know how I got it on me Every time I'm fuckin' on lil' shawty, she remind me of that dope 'Cause that shit be like macaroni I ain't Milly but I'm rockin' in here They done let me bring

Won't you come through? I don't know me You could walk right through No caller ID, you know You don't really like me, you know And I don't really like me, you go Boy, you're better by default There's nothing like me, you know No, red rocks so bright (So

Take a look at my heart. I seen my old lady's boyfriend. He don't look nothing like me, 'Cept for a bit of confusion; Same kind she laid on me. You don't know what you're getting into; She's gonna tear you apart. You're going places I've been to; You're

I'm back in the USSR Back in the USSR You don't know how lucky you are, boy Back in the US Well the Ukraine girls really knock me out They leave the west behind And Moscow girls make me sing and shout That Georgia's always on my my my my my my my my my