Come on baby, make me speechless 'Cause you make me speechless When you make me speechless Quit talking too much, I'm ready Stop moving your lips and kiss me Keep taking my breath away You quiet my demons Swallow me whole tonight and just kill me

Too much monkey business, too much monkey business Too much monkey business for me to be involved in Runnin' to-and-fro, hard workin' at the mill Never fail in the mail, yeah, come a rotten bill Salesman talkin' to me, tryin' to run me up a creek Says

And baby it said too much It didn't say enough 'Cause I'm waking up alone Missing that midnight kiss I can't promise you forever All I know is I still want you to come over And I'm stone cold sober I let the whiskey talk I got the feeling now

You know how we roll nigga bring the noise Y'all don't wanna fuck with them boys Come on dog put away them toys 'Cause I'm a put in a clip and you'll get yours I smell pussy Smell pussy I'm a take it back to the shit talkin', slick talkin' Slap a nigga

Is anybody out there? It feels like I'm talking to myself No one seems to know my struggle, and everything I've come from Can anybody hear me? Yeah, I guess I keep talking to myself It feels like I'm going insane, am I the one whose crazy? (So why in the

Go, go, go, go (Dance off) I challenge you to a dance off Get down the floor Get down the, get down the floor, go Get down the floor, do it Come on and get down the floor, go Hands off, no trash talk, no back walk

Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah Little bitty pretty one Come on and talk-a to me A-lovey dovey dovey one Come sit down on my knee Tell you a story Happened long time ago A-little bitty pretty one

And I'll be me Why don't you be you Just let it be So come on, let it go Everything that's broke Leave it to the breeze From walking home and talking loads Seeing shirts in evening clothes with you From nervous touch and getting drunk

And I'll be me Why don't you be you Just let it be So come on, let it go Everything that's broke Leave it to the breeze From walking home and talking loads Seeing shirts in evening clothes with you From nervous touch and getting drunk

Hard times as we go While she says she's on her own I'll be pacin' on the phone Sneakin' on the train come back Awful sick and tired of the gang Cold when you're near any bottle We know what times will change I talked to Jesus Jesus says I'm okay