Turns into "baby, can you pick me up?" Hey, I'm downtown and I don't wanna go home Turns into tangled-up, on my couch with you Slipping your kisses right across my mouth And that turns into later on Later on, lights turned down 'Cause I can't turn you

Our love comes back in the middle of the night You know how we've grown And how they catch our every turn Everyone's arrived here I see the pictures of everyone And they truly got it But it's your image burned into my mind And again I find That it's

Pick a star in the sky Wordplay, turns into gun play And gun play turns into pillow talk And pillow talk turns into sweet dreams Sweet dreams turns into coffee in the morning Coffee in the morning I don't wanna wake you I just wanna watch you sleep It's

Time will turn us into statues, eventually We're just ordinary people, you and me You and I were two old and tortured souls Repaired by a love of broken things In a life, just some bodies growing old No fear of the end, of anything We got by, though we

Let me see you move your bodies I’ll tear you apart I’ll feed off your heart I’m just what you need, the perfect disease Don’t you wanna turn the beauty into the beast? I wanna see your bodies grinding just for me I see the bodies slowly swayin’ Movin’

When all hope is gone Turn on those sad songs Why don't you tune in and turn them on They reach into your room, oh oh oh Just feel their gentle touch (gentle touch) Sad songs say so much You know sad songs say so much Sad songs, they say When ever little

So tell me how the hell did we Turn into bittersweet company Oh, I remember when we Loved each other so fearlessly We were summer, love was burning We were white magnolias in bloom By the time the leaves had fallen

It's been killing me all night long, and I wonder It's the end of the night, and I'm thinking you might Wanna leave the bar, park the car, turn into porn stars Hey, hey, hey, hey Damn shorty Look at you I'm saying man Is it just me or you got too much

Turn me into someone like you Find a place that we can go to Run away and take me with you Wait just a while Don't let go I need your rescue Save me from my superstitions Now I'm free from this soul's condition And I'll greet you with a smile Hold me

(If I could fit the whole hood in the club) Hop in the low-rider, long as you got bitches in the back (I turn it into a strip-club) Call it a lap-dance, when the six-fo' bounce that ass (If I could fit the hole world in the club) Tell the DJ to bang my