In love with myself... In love with myself In love with my own reflection With my own affection With the vision that i see There's nobody else I'm taking my own direction I can see perfection Doing all i can for me

Why do I tell myself these things that happen Are all really true When in my heart I know The magic is my love for you You sign the song begins You speak and I hear violins, it's magic The stars, desert the skies And rush to nestle in your eyes, it's

This is something else This is life on earth It's just life on earth It doesn't need to be the end of you, or me This is not love you had before This is not the same as other days Shouldn't need to be so fucking hard

The thrill is gone I can see it in your eyes I can hear it in your sighs Feel your touch and realize The nights are cold For love is old Love was grand when love was new Birds were singing, skies were blue Now it don't appeal to you

You'll always be a fire I can't put out. I'm finding out how hot an old flame can burn. You're a feeling I haven't forgot, the love I can't unlearn. You've become a memory I can't live without. I don't know how to handle the dream you left behind. It's

Save a little love for me yeah Save a little love for me yeah yeah My face in the crowd So save a little love for me I'm sure, I know without a doubt I'll find your face in the crowd I'm just a face in the crowd You probably don't know me as I don't

Nobody but me Straight to my lover's heart its for me Cupid please hear my cry And let your arrow fly But just between the two of us our love is conceiled So help me if you will So, Cupid draw back your bow And let your arrow go Cupid draw back your bow

How'd I get so faded? You don't have to love me, love me But you gon' have to fuck with me Yung God when I ride up Not too many that can fuck with me Never hung up on the bullshit I can't afford that type of luxury I'm boutta' do a show in Paris I swear

Baby don't worry about it I'mma beeee right here, waitin on you I'mma be right here, waitin on you I'll be waiting on you (I'll) Can't wait 'til we make real love Because these conjugal visits just ain't enough I'm really looking forward to a future for

I can't afford to love you Next to a beauty queen Used to the finer things I couldn't help but think But I can't afford not too In forty dollar blue jeans I saw you sittin' there sippin' red wine down at Causen Mills I knew you'd prob'ly be outta my