You know you wanna be my baby Now here we go again, here we go again Here we go again, here we go again We should have listened to each other's hearts We can make it happen if you 'bout that action Falling in love in every part Let me tell you little

Can I get a witness I want a witness Witness, witness Ah listen everybody, specially you girls Is it right to be left alone When the one you love is never home I love too hard my friends sometimes say But I believe I believe that a woman should be loved

Goodbye, goodbye Well you don't want to see the girl I want to be Then why, then why should I listen If you don't want to do the things I need from you Yeah, you really tried But I was planted all the lies you told me, oh All the shit you've done You

Listen to my aching heart We are human after all And we don't stay for long Someone told me to be selfless But we are helpless without attention Quick, before you skip the song If Ed Sheeran writes my song I'll finally top the charts Never spoken with my

The half a man that you've made of me If I only had one arm to hold you Well better yet if I had none at all Then I wouldn't have two arms that ache For you there'd be one less mem'ry to recall If I only had one ear to listen to The lies that you told to

In the name of God Listen when the prophet Speaks to you Killing in the name of God Twisting faith into violence Does following faith Lead us to violence? Glory, glory, hallelujah

She said rock 'n' roll is king She says rock 'n' roll is king Oh let those guitars play Play for me play for me Oh let that song ring out That's how it's meant to be Listen everybody let me tell you 'bout the rock 'n' roll Feel that rhythm and it's

Rumor has it she has you Rumor has it you love her too Talk is cheap but the price is high when it's true I overheard a conservation your name was mentioned in But they didn't talk about us, only her again I didn't want to listen but I hung on every word

I've found a way to make you I've found a way A way to make you smile I read bad poetry Into your machine I save your messages Just to hear your voice You always listen carefully To awkward rhymes

Listen, Little Lady this is just the worst way to spend your birthday. It's 30 degrees Thursday, you work late. You was with a perv making dirty, fake love in his Mercedes. Maybe the word, rape, sums up events that take place every night. You wanna get