I'm sorry for everything Oh, everything I've done We can let this drift away Oh, we let this drift away From the second that I was born it seems I had a loaded gun And then I shot, shot, shot a hole through everything I loved Oh, I shot, shot, shot a

Girl, why don't you I got it, babe Tell me what you want me to do to you? Say it, say it, say it Tell me what you want from me? Girl, won't you Say it, say it, say it? Tell me what you want Anything that you want, baby

Teddy bear, you were my teddy bear You were comforting and quiet How did love become so violent? Everything was so sweet until you tried to kill me La, la, la, la, la Stitched you up, put you together With cotton and feather Gave you love, put my heart

And every day that you want to waste, that you want to waste, you can And every day that you want to wake up, that you want to wake, you can And every day that you want to change, that you want to change, yeah I'll help you see it through 'cause I just

Jah Rastafari One heart, one love, one moon One Earth, one light The Almighty, Jah Rastafari Unfathomable Master builder of creation Who stands to rule and reign worldwide 'Ras' mean King, 'Tafari' mean 'Head creator' Supreme, supremacy, ruler among the

We are undercover passion on the run Chasing love up against the sun We are strangers by day, lovers by night Knowing it's so wrong, but feeling so right Call up, ring once, hang up the phone To let me know you made it home Don't want nothing to be wrong

These models inspired him To write some of the greatest music Of the romantic era Johannes Brahms is often mentioned In the same breath as Bach and Beethoven Once during a rehearsal Brahms said with great conviction:

There's three sides to every story Where do we go from here? The future looks so unclear Through the dark and suspicious mind We played too long into losing game With no hand to hand Yours, mine and the whole darn truth Three sides to every story Yours,

'Cause we don't need Another pretty boy, singing pretty songs We country boys, doing country outlaw We need another Haggard, or Johnny Cash Somebody chewing tobacco, and whipping ass I need a preacher, I need a savior How about y'all? Can I get an

Toot it and boot it I met her in the club Then I said wassup I took her to the crib And you know I fucked Yeah I toot it and boot it That's why I toot and boot it She think I'm cute, she wanna have sex Girl knock it off you know you cant have this