A-won't ya say yes? Don't ya say no Make me feel good, Kiddio I wrote you a six-page letter But you started talkin' 'bout the weather Kiddio, don'tcha know that's wrong? I can't stand this playin' 'round Help me up; don't let me down If you love me, let

Trade in my life Oh for you, oh yes, oh yes Trade in my life for you Sittin' here wonderin' how did things go wrong Every night asking myself what happened to our happy home Will I ever see you again, I need to know my friend Now the past has gone away

Right now, you know I miss your body Ey, yeah, yeah, yeah Every time you go away, you're always tryna fight I could try to fill the space with someone else tonight So I won't kiss nobody until you come back home And I swear, the next time that I hold you

Only makes me love you more 'Cause trying not to love you How could anyone ask for more? But if there's a pill to help me forget, God knows I haven't found it yet But I'm dying to, God I'm trying to Trying not to need you, is tearing me apart Can't see

Baby I know better (baby you work it) I know better I need one, so bring me some, oh Quee knows better, than to turn off your song Run this shit back (baby, you baby) I know better, you fine (more than fine) Hmm, aw yeah

When your long day is over And you can barely drag your feet The weight of the world Is on your shoulders I know what you need Bring it on home to me You've got someone here Wants to make it all right

We go fallin' off the wagon Got ourselves a real bad habit Girl, you got me actin' like an addict All messed up, no matter what You know I just gotta have it Even though it winds up tragic Tonight whatever happens, happens And tomorrow, we'll get back on

Hit it hard from the back Roll around on the front I know you've heard a lot of tracks But 12 Play is what you want Just let me call the studio Then we can go all night Girl I hope you can hang Cause I'm horny as hell tonight

Hey, here's to you California Beautiful haze of suburbia Living in the perfect weather Spending time inside together Na, na na, na na, na na, na na (woah-ohh) Beige little boxes in a row Neighbors and friends that you don't know Here's a form, go wait in

They don't wanna see it happen But we say, "Fuck it" One way or another I'mma love you Slidin' under covers, undercover You know they don't wanna see us together But it don't matter, no, 'cause I got you Anytime you're under the weather Babe, we can