Fools on parade That you would rather be beside than in front of The secret door swings behind us She's saying nothing She's just giggling along Fools on parade cavort and carry on For waiting eyes But she's never been the kind to be hollowed by the

Why the fuck they frontin like they is? (Yeah that's right, uh-huh) why'all niggaz ain't ready to die Yeah.. uh-huh Why'all niggaz ain't ready to die Ah-yo Dunn, aiyyo yo

This I gotta see. Her hair's still wet from her bath, She's sitting on her front porch with a glass, Of iced tea, In my sweatshirt, And her bare feet, If I hurry I can catch, The colors on her skin from that sunset, And her face,

Tryin' to get it wrong No need to put a front No need to lay it on Say people are too hard, tryin' to get it He who got the money, man Don't make you anyone People are too hard, tryin' to get it It don't make you anyone, now Don't care 'bout what you do

But nobody who wants to go And I'm stuck sitting in the front row I'm singing along like there's no tomorrow She's got tickets to her own show La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la It's easy to forget when you show up at my door But your perfect

I got some ocean front property in Arizona From my front porch you can see the sea If you'll buy that I'll throw the golden gate in free Cause I don't love you Now if you'll buy that If you leave me I won't miss you And I won't ever take you back Girl

When love comes around I'll send the message in a bottle Stormy weather, oh yeah I feel good Oh, here we go Yesterday I saw my love light shine Straight ahead in front of me You never really know

I met a boy called Frank Mills On September twelfth right here In front of the Waverly But unfortunately I lost his address He was last seen with his friend, a drummer He resembles George Harrison of The Beatles But he wears his hair tied in a small bow

Sta 'nfronte a te! Che bella cosa na jurnata 'e sole Ma n'atu sole Cchiu' bello, oi ne' 'O sole mio 'O sole, 'o sole mio Sta 'nfronte a te Luceno 'e llastre d'a fenesta toia Quanno fa notte e 'o sole se ne scenne

I wanna be the girl you think I am Even when I'm, I'm at my weakest You always see the best in me when I can't Front row center in that little white church I was singing at a baby laying in a manger Eight years old wearing angel wings Yeah, and to this