This town's too small to be mean And somebody's sister knows somebody's husband And somebody's daughter knows somebody's brother And around here, we all look out for each other Aw, but don't you forget it, as big as we're getting Too small to be lying

I just wanna come make things right I would never think you would stoop that low, you would stoop that low, no And they're telling me this is life I just wanna, make things right I might roll, I know Do you, do you? Aw yeah Fall in place This is amazing

Only the good die young You know that only the good die young You Catholic girls start much too late Oh I might as well be the one Come out Virginia, don't let 'em wait Aw but sooner or later it comes down to faith Well, they showed you a statue, told

Who will save your soul and love me here. And I find my place So well let down your guard So when it get's too late When it get's too far Know this is a universal truth People let me down. So reach out for the things that you can use Buried in the ground

This town's too small to be mean And somebody's sister knows somebody's husband And somebody's daughter knows somebody's brother And around here, we all look out for each other Aw, but don't you forget it, as big as we're getting Too small to be lying

Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good I try so hard, don't let me be misunderstood Baby, you understand me now If sometimes you see that I'm mad Don't you know no one alive can always be an angel?

Girl you know that I'll do anything To know a little more than just your name Only thing I know is you're too fine And I would like to leave with you tonight You gon' call me papi I'll make your body happy Every time that you call me What's your name,

It's too late, she's gone. She's gone, yes she's gone. And I wonder does she know When she left me, it hurt me so. I need your love babe, please don't make me wait. Tell me it's not too late. It's too late, my baby's gone. Wish I had told her she was my

You know we've got to find a way Picket lines and picket signs Don't punish me with brutality What's going on Yeah, what's going on Right on baby Mother, mother There's too many of you crying Brother, brother, brother

This town's too small to be mean And somebody's sister knows somebody's husband And somebody's daughter knows somebody's brother And around here, we all look out for each other Aw, but don't you forget it, as big as we're getting Too small to be lying