Na-na-na-na-na-na 'Cause love ain't used like a riddle 'Cause I can't tell just what the hell you want Love, na-na-na-na-na, yay Hold me down, just a little Can we meet in the middle? Let me know if you in it I don't get it, I don't get it, what you

The Shareef don't like it Rockin' the Casbah Rock the Casbah As soon as the Shareef was Now the king told the boogie men You have to let that raga drop The oil down the desert way Has been shakin' to the top

I used to be down, I fucked around and I got rich I'm driving foreign whips, spent a hundred on my wrist I might take your bitch, private flight, take a trip Your bills be stacking up while I'm stacking up my chips Your bitch on my dick, when she see me,

You gotta be crazy, you gotta have a real need You gotta sleep on your toes, and when you're on the street You gotta be able to pick out the easy meat with your eyes closed And then moving in silently, down wind and out of sight You gotta strike when the

Ever since the day we met Your love burn like a cigarette And you are jealous when we're apart Baby, I've been downhearted Baby, I've been downhearted Our love is nothing but the blues Baby, how blue can you get? My love burns like a fire Yes, my love

Fuck them other niggas 'cause I'm down with my niggas 'Cause I ain't got the money on me right now We could've been somebody And came out of your body And came out of our body Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees Blood on the leaves I just need to

Swamp, swamp, swamp, swamp music For the rest of my natural born life Goin' catch a bream or maybe two Well, I'd rather live with the hound dogs Goin' down to the swamp Goin' watch me a hound dog catch a 'coon Well, I'm goin' down to the swamp Goin' to

I'm drowning in the pain Breaking down again Looking for a lifeline I've been looking for a lifeline For what seems like a lifetime Is there anybody out there? Can you pull me from this ocean of despair? When I was a boy I didn't care 'bout a thing

Kiss your past good-bye Or kiss your ass good-bye Finders keepers losers weep Down on 42nd street Bare-foot-children cryin' my-oh-my I watched you on the avenue While other men were having you I think that you should led your caged bird fly And kiss your

This is the place The smell of air conditioning The fish are belly up You’ve been stuck in a lift Empty all your pockets Because it’s time to come home Sit down, you’re safe now We’ve been trying to reach you, Thom It won’t hurt ever again