What is this thing called love? This funny thing called love Just who can solve its mystery? And why should it make a fool of me? I saw you there, one wonderful day But you took my heart and you threw my heart away That's why I ask the Lord up in heaven

Could I lock in your love? I’m latching on to you Now I’ve got you in my space I won’t let go of you Got you shackled in my embrace I feel we're close enough I feel we’re close enough You lift my heart up when the rest of me is down You, you enchant me

I believe I'll shake 'em on down I believe I'll shake 'em on down, Well I've been mistreated babe When I done quit hollerin' baby I believe I shake 'em on down Get my babe won't be late You know by that I mean seconds late Ah must I holler Must I shake

There goes my baby Together we're better, you're a breath of fresh air You hold me down, I'mma hold you down Hold this ready and I'm round I'm on my way (To hold you down) You are, you are Be sure you got a rider beside you to hold you down I'll hold you

This ain't love (this ain't love) A way to fool myself again I've always been too sensitive To have a good night To have a good time Because my heart can't handle it So I told that angel on my shoulder Grabbed your waist and pulled you closer in so tight

This time no And my head told my heart Let love grow But my heart told my head As the winter winds litter London with lonely hearts Oh the warmth in your eyes swept me into your arms Was it love or fear of the cold that led us through the night? For

On the line where blue meets blue And I bet that silver lining, Dadadadadada So keep your eyes set on the horizon, 'Cause I have sailed a 1000 ships to you, But my messages don't seem to make it through Well I know it'll find you soon Hahahahahaha Well I

It's just like a cigarette, it's something that I do It's just like a cigarette, nobody's really fooled I don't want the truth I wanna feel fucking cool Once in a while but between me and you Lip service radio, don't touch the dial Man, I love this rap

Good times, bad times You know I had my share When my woman left home With a brown eyed man Well, I still don't seem to care In the days of my youth I was told what it was to be a man Now I've reached the age I've tried to do all those things the best I

Blessed are the persecuted And blessed are the pure in heart Blessed are the merciful And blessed are the ones who mourn "Give to me your tired and your poor Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free The wretched refuse of your teeming shore Send