Guess I'll always have to be Living in a fantasy From now on That's the way it's got to be It's you for you, and me for me Monday has come around again I'm in the same old place With the same old faces always watching me Who knows how long I'll have to

And all these things Now that I got your love girl I'll never ever give it up Ah wan' yuh listen up Because ah love it so much girl I'll always need your kiss and your touch De way you watch

Passionate from miles away Passive with the things you say Passin' up on my old ways I can't blame you, no, no Fuck that shit 'Cause we're fallin' apart Hold on, hold on, fuck that Hold on, I got to start this mothafuckin' record over again, wait a minute

Why can't you be happy for me? (Hey, hey, hey) why do you always wanna put me down (Hey, hey, hey) when I was cheering for you from the crowd Whatever it is, whatever I've got You want it all for yourself Why can't you be happy for anyone else? Anyone

It makes me realize I got no right to complain I guess Cause right now all I can see It's just been one those days for me Rush hour traffic Always puts me in a bad mood I got chewed out by the boss today And now I'm stuck on highway ninety two Then you

Why you running, running when you got it right here? Let me show you how a kiss should taste Trust me, I won't give your heart away Oh, I would love you if you let me Daisy, always climbing up the same tree Finding love in all the wrong scenes, Daisy,

Just like driving on an open highway Never knowing what we're gonna find Just like two kids, baby, always trying to live it up What we got is Whoa, yeah, that's our kind of love That's right, oh that's right Oh, that's our kind of love You wear your

My way, your way Anything goes tonight I've been thinkin' 'bout Thinkin' 'bout sex Always hungry for somethin' That I haven't had yet Well maybe baby, you got somethin' to lose Well I got somethin' I got somethin' for you

Now my room has got two windows but the sunshine never comes through, You know it's always dark and dreary since I broke off, baby, with I live on a lonely avenue, My little girl wouldn't say, "I do". Well, I feel so sad and blue and it's all because of

Why can't we be friends, when we are lovers? 'Cause it always ends with us hating each other Instead of calling me out you should be pulling me in I've just got one more thing to say And irony is okay, I suppose Culture is to blame You try and mask your