Yo, this my club song this my club song You can't help of the way that flow When he leave the club ladies be like, "did you see which way did he go?" That will wraps a coop out from a radio though When my single drop I'ma charge 80 a show If you droppin'

Could be the end of the world I'd still be laid here on my own wasting my life away Get off your knees Please, you have to help me This is not my true face If you could see my soul As I have seen my soul I could show it to you It's rotten

If I could just die in your arms I wouldn't mind 'Cause every time you touch me I just die in your arms Ooh, it feels so right So baby baby please don't stop girl Oh, I can't help it I'm just selfish There's no way that I could share you That would break

I try my best to behave And I can't help feelin' this way And is it some kind of fiction? Or the sweetest addiction? So what if I'm crazy 'Cause love makes me do it It's not my fault so don't blame me 'Cause love makes me I tear the shrink wrap off

Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! A man after midnight Won't somebody help me Chase the shadows away Take me through the darkness To the break of the day Is there a man out there? Someone to hear my prayer Half past twelve

Oh Tokyo, Lived Shintaro Oh Tokyo, lived Shintaro Little koga ninjas tried to take him away But Shintaro he's not alone Got Koga ninjas of his own They help him in the fight Look out here come the samurai Gisha girls with silk and curls Giggle about this

Little by little, day by day There's a little piece of heaven Right here where you are The fact that you keep trying Is what sets you apart. Help me find the reason And I'll help you find the way To get rid of all your pain Now don't you be afraid

Wandering away Will I shed one more tear for my broken family And have a glass of whiskey with another friend That has nowhere to be Get my feet on the road they feel much better there Gonna stop trying some day some year I meant it when I told her I

A flea shine shoeshine man of fifteen Brings the house in with a smile All twelve teeth tell myriad stories One upon one and one The breath in his hand waving Drives the gypsy woman mad She loves him anyway Has told him so a thousand times or more She

(Because your kiss) your kiss is on my list My friends wonder why I call you all of the time What can I say I don´t feel the need to give such secrets away You think maybe I need help, no, I know that I´m right I´m just better off not listening to