You know on every pay day She'd be standing around the landing crying You know love make you do things you don't want to do Your little trouble is coming home some day You know I had a job on the levee I had a good looking woman who lived in Hughes I had

La la la la la la love And I won't be made a fool of Don't call this love La la la love If you could envision The meaning of a tragedy, ooh You might be surprised to hear it's you and me When it comes down to it You never made the most of it, ooh

Honey, whaddya do for money So stop your love on the road All your digging for gold You make me wonder Whaddya do for money What you gonna do You're working in bars Riding in cars Never gonna give it for free

This is a mean old world, try and live it by yourself. I've got the blues, gonna pack my things and go. Sometimes I wonder why can your love be so cold? Can't get the one you love, have to use somebody else. Guess you don't love me, babe, loving mister

If you feel the glow, out from the cold If you love me tell me so Love, don't let me go (Don't you let me, don't you let me go, if you feel it) I'm trying to keep my feelings close But I miss you I suppose It's from my fingers to our toes There are

Me want fi hear you shout shout shout From you love the lyrics coming out me mouth mouth mouth No doubt we got the street respect And you know say that it never counterfeit yet Hear you shout Dutty then a tell them once again yow! Sly them a tell them

They say into your early life romance came And in this heart of yours burned a flame A flame that flickered one day and died away Then, with disillusion deep in your eyes You learned that fools in love soon grow wise The years have changed you, somehow I

A woman's love I have felt it And I have held it I have known I have tasted And I have wasted I'll never understand All the little things

Down, down, down, down You build me up, you build me up To watch me fall, and turn to dust Is this the place, I used to love? Can't take no more, I've had enough So burn it down, down, down, down Burn it down, down, down, down Burn it down (Down), down,

It's a lot of lust, not a lot of love Ay, bitch, not a lot of love Ay, but now they tell me I switched up Take this Backwood to the face, then grab my cup Ay, I stack it up, can't get enough Seen your shorty with you, she look at me and she blushed I'm a