Martha, my dear Martha, my love Don't forget me When you find yourself in the thick of it Help yourself to a bit of what is all around you Though I spend my days in conversation, please Remember me Hold your head up, you silly girl

We were kids in love Kids in love (oh) Kids in love And then we grew up But won't you hold me close tonight Like we're kids in love? This is our last goodbye Don't come and find me So hard to see you cry

Straight out of nowhere Buried deep inside my past Hoping you'll be the last With the lights down low Wrapped up like a baby And your hair hangs long Surrounding my face Love your warm embrace Hold me close don't let me go

Anna please turn around, we'll work it out somehow Anna don't turn me down, there's still a chance if we can hold out once more 'Cause we started out with love, that was more than enough And that's a lot to give up Even if you turn and walk away, love

Runaway, runaway, runaway, runaway I'm holding on desperately I'm holding on Married men act totally different When they by themselves, don't they? You see them with their wife "What's up Tony?" "Hey man, how's everything going brother?" "Just taking it

So can you can you get back to me? I been calling tryna get a hold of you, you (yeah, yeah) Feeling lost and I don't know what to do Nold on, let me try callin' one more time Come on, pick up man, fuck I'm calling God, leaving voicemails I know your

That shares our fate and deserves our pity I don't want to remember it all Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on There's a room in a hotel in New York City And there's a jet black crow droning on and on and on Up above our heads droning on and on and on The

Hold up, they don't love you like I love you Slow down, they don't love you like I love you Back up, they don't love you like I love you Step down, they don't love you like I love you Can't you see there's no other man above you? What a wicked way to

I don't need a hook for this one I'm, cuckoo! My triggers is stupid, you thugs is funny My guns be, goin "eh" for the love of money Dumb, fabulous rhymer give you Luger lasagna Hula hoop, hold ya, I'll put your noodles behind ya Take your takeaway, show

Dem set me free again Yes, me friend, me friend The bars could not hold me Force could not control me now Don't try to cold me up on this bridge, now I've got to reach Mount Zion The highest region If you a bull-bucka I'm a duppy conqueror, conqueror