I swear, you're calling me, calling me out And they wanna talk and talk about ex's You're calling me, calling me out I swear, I swear We all need a little love sometimes I swear, we all need a little love sometimes But please don't draw me out, I ask

"G" stands for girl-like Gangsta (Ladies say) Don't make 'em like me anymore So we in danger So at ease, little guy, we out-rank ya And when the G's come around just put your hands up Listen when I speak, Don't talk 'til I say so, Real G's work hard for

No more (sad songs) I'm beggin', please, don't play No more sad songs For tonight, I'm going to get my mind off it Don't care that someone's got his hands all over my body Stay out all night, go where the music is loud So I don't have to think about it

If I wanted, I could take you from your man (please believe it) With my eyes closed, I could have you eating out the palm of my hand And all your little girlfriends, too (No you can't, you're a playa, I don't want you) Yes I can, and I will if I, if I

I could take you out, I could take you home I could take you ooh oh, where you wanna go I could pick it up, we could take it slow Baby señorita, mon cheri please be my little lady Mi amor, you're the one I adore, come on be my little lady Uh, check it,

So little to say but so much time Despite my empty mouth the words are in my mind Please wear the face, the one where you smile Because you lighten up my heart when I start to cry Forgive me first love, but I'm tired I need to get away to feel again Try

Someone to watch over me Won't you tell him please to put on some speed Follow my lead, oh, how I need There's a somebody I'm longin' to see I hope that he, turns out to be Someone who'll watch over me I'm a little lamb who's lost in the wood I know I

It's nothing as it seems The little that he needs The little that he sees Don't feel like home Ease a little out And all these words alone is nothing like a poem Putting in, inputting in Don't feel like methadone

Oh bless you please, Mrs. Robinson, Hey hey hey And here's to you, Mrs. Robinson, Jilly loves you more than you will know, Heaven holds a place for those who pray Hey hey hey, hey hey hey We'd like to know a little bit about you for our files We'd like

I hate you! Your own child I didn't touch you there Mother please forgive me I just had to get out all my pain and suffering Now that I am done, remember I will always love you I'm your son Little child, looking so pretty