It's the way that you move You got me losing control I can't take it no more girl I can't take this abuse I'm hypnotized by the way that you move It's not right Every time that you walk in the room girl Standing there with your red coat on French perfume

I've got to go where you are Chloe! Chloe! Someone's calling, no reply Nightshade's falling, hear him sigh Empty spaces in his eyes Empty arms outstretched, he's crying Through the black of night If it's dark or bright I'll go through the dismal swampland

Woah-oh-oh-oh, woah-oh-oh-oh But we just keep holding on For the brighter days I can see the brighter days I can see the sun breaking through those clouds Heaven knows we're all afraid Tell me where I'm going wrong We don't have to be alone Woah-oh-oh-oh

What got us here won't get us there We are found in far away places when all seems lost These windy streets tell of a different time It's time for the upright to have insight Don't forget what's important in life This place is like a cage that will

Hold up, get right witcha (I'ma get right witcha) Get right witcha (I'ma get right witcha) Bad bitches, fuck 'em then dismiss em (bad, woo) I ain't really here to take no pictures (flash) Middle finger up fuck the system (fuck 'em) Get right witcha Yeah,

I'ma millionaire with you, with you, with you It all feels so right to be living it up for two So that's what I'ma do Yeah I'ma spend it all Like there's no tomorrow Windows to the walls I'ma get it for ya In all of my life, I've waited for someone like

Show me the way To get to Soulville, baby Show me the way to go home That's where I belong Oh, yeah (oh, yeah) Right on down to Soulville I'm gonna eat soul food It'll make you quick Over the candlestick

What a bam bam This man, don't trouble no man I want you to know that I am the man who Fight for the right, not for the wrong Going there, I'm growing there Helping the weak against the strong Soon you will find out the man I'm supposed to be

This one’s for you Pour my heart in the melody To keep you singing along This might not be the right time For saying what I’m trying to There’s a couple people that I owe a beer or two These might not be the right lines to prove And three or four I owe

And the roll is called up yonder I'll be there When the trumpet of the Lord shall sound and time shall be no more And the morning breaks eternal, bright and fair The chosen ones will gather over on the other shore On that bright and cloudless morning