I want to get along with you This time of night's for singing songs about the love from you If you only knew I am small but I am strong What else can I do I don't want to fight I see you in the park

Yeah, yeah, yeah Because the way I feel is oh so new to me There we were now here we are All this confusion nothing's the same to me I can't sell you the way I feel What I heard is not what I hear I can see the signs but they're not very clear This is

Peanut butter sandwich eatin' Watching the world go by Where I've done some beer crackin' Crying, praying, laughin' We can leave our cut offs and our cares Who knows what can happen I do all my dreamin' there I do my barber sinking Just talking to the

I can't resist Temptation, temptation, temptation Rusted brandy in a diamond glass Everything is made from dreams Time is made from honey slow and sweet Only the fools know what it means Well I know that he is made of smoke But I've lost my way He knows

Can you feel this? I'm dying to feel this I am the damaged one All my life and the damage done I am all, but what am I? Another number that isn't equal to any of you I control, but I comply Pick me apart, then pick up the pieces

She's got the magic touch And you're walkin' around in a dream Oh no, but it ain't what it seems One day when she leaves you lonely Her magic touch, her magic touch, her magic touch She's got the magic touch, I really want her You feel there's a fire

'Cause all you people are vampires And all your stories are stale And though you pretend to stand by us I know you're certain we'll fail I've seen your eyes as they fix on me What is he doing What on earth's the plan, has he got one You better give me

Take a look around the world Don't tell your man what you don't do right Not tell him all the things that make you cry But check yourself for your own shit / shame And don't be making love like it's always You see such bad things happening There are many

I know I'mma get it, I just don't know how Heart up on the stage, body in the crowd Parents always tried keep me home But I can't get paid from the crib, so I'll be gone till we on Whats up, Finally Famous I had it on my jacket way back in high school

La, la, la, la-la, la, la, la Love me, hate me Are begging to if you seek Amy All of the boys and all of the girls But can't you see what I see? Say what you want about me But all of the boys and all of the girls Tell me have you seen her, cause I'm so