And you save me In the mornings I was anxious It's better just to stay in bed Didn't want to fail myself again Running through all the options And the endings Were rolling out in front of me But I couldn't choose a thread to begin

I kiss you blush Some kind of lust I want to feel my head overthrown I've got enough It's in the touch I kiss your knees and I try to be bold I try not to reason with myself. Should be calling, Calling for your help

No, there’s no more questioning I’ll be the one defining who I'm gonna be I’m gonna love myself, the way I want you to love me No more standing in my own way No concealing feelings, or changing seasonally Love me, no more second guessing Let's get

But I can't let you go We used to love and party Now all we do is argue I tell myself I don't want you no more So much love and hurt And hate, people screaming it won't work Time to time I say I'm gonna leave Damn the world, it's just me and my girl

I'll never tell, tell on myself but I hope she smells my perfume I hide it well, hope you can tell but I hope she smells my perfume So I, wait for you to call And I try to act natural And while I wait I put on my perfume, yeah I want it all over you I'm

Can't keep my hands to myself My hands to myself Keep making love to each other All of the downs and the uppers You're metaphorical gin and juice And I'm trying, trying, I'm trying, trying And I'm trying, trying, I'm trying, but I I want it all, no,

I don't wanna lose myself, I don't wanna lose myself I don't wanna lose myself loving you, loving you I'm running low so don't play with my time I'm searching but it's nothing left to find Send out a call but no one's on the line So if you want it please

Si te vas, you know I'm gonna go Si me das, I'll take you on the low Con el te duele el corazón Y conmigo te duelen los pies Mi Amor, bailamos hasta la diez Hasta que duelan los pies Mi Amor, I want you all to myself I'll love you like no one else I know

That's just my signature move I can't help you! What you want? Get in line! Take a number! If you leave it up to me And then I'll break it up Shoot myself in the foot To make a point I can't prove Stop! Not my fault, not at all!

You're my Miss Jamaica My Miss Jamaica I'm crowning you myself Although you may not have such a fabulous shape To suit the rest of the world But you do suit me and that's all I want to know I need not know nothing more Roses are red, violets are blue