I'm so special, I'm so special so special so special Dats why mi strap wid mi .45 special dem waan pree mi Mek we special, I'm so special so special so special DJ bomb dem, neva stop, aaaaay I'm on di go aaaaay I know You know you know, dooone know done

What was I thinking Yeah I got a house in every city I got everything any guy could want But all I really want is you (Tyler what were you thinking) And girls outside my door When all I really want is you I feel so dirty in my hotel room I got a king

You can't hide your lyin' eyes And your smile is a thin disguise I thought by now you'd realize There ain't no way to hide your lyin' eyes City girls just seem to find out early How to open doors with just a smile A rich old man And she won't have to

Tell me where you're hiding your voodoo doll 'Cause I can't control myself, I don't wanna stay, I wanna run away But I'm trapped under your spell. And it hurts in my head and my heart and my chest, Won't you please stop loving me to death? And I'm having

I wish you were here with me Looking out my window, sun shinning bright Birds singing, trying to make things right How did your love songs play from those doors? I don't want no one to come in to catch me sigh But every since you left, said goodbye ?

Radio waves through the air Can you hear me calling? Oh I've been dreaming Dreaming of a woman in white Hot summer night The art of make-believe The treasure behind closed doors The hunter behind the trees

Please help me, I'm falling In love with you Close the door to temptation don't let me walk through Turn away from me, darling I'm begging you to I belong to another Whose arms have grown cold But i promised forever To have and to hold

Ambush in the night Through the powers of the most I (shoobe, doowa) Planned by society (Ooh-wee, ooh-wee, ooh-wa!) See them fighting for power (ooh-wee, ooh-wee, ooh-wa!) But they know not the hour (ooh-wee, ooh-wee, ooh-wa!) So they bribing with their

Baseball cap and flannel arms Dancing with a voodoo doll Sweat rolls down the old guitar Seeing things the way they are A crooked look lay on his brow Beside a wisecrack whiskey mouth Tip up the bottle and pour him out Here he is again

Two's up, two's down You stub it out before I finish On my arm and I scream out “wow!” Nicotine, can’t quit it How's business this morning? Pretty good Shoot the messenger, string 'em up She’s a 10 plus 10, not enough Mixed messages, wires crossed