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

Take me to the magic of the moment On a glory night Listening to the wind of change Where the children of tomorrow dream away In the wind of change I follow the Moskva Down to Gorky Park Where the children of tomorrow share their dreams With you and me

If it's the last night it oughta be left for lovin', girl I don't know if you'll understand But I'm hoping that you'll follow me down to the waterway I'll be there if you change your mind Listening to the ticking of the hands on a clock working overtime

Listen what they say (listen what they say) I wouldn't do that (ooh, ooh) 54-46 was my number, was my number, man Can you hear me say, yeah? (yeah yeah) Right now, someone else has that number Stick it up, mister Can you hear what I'm saying now, yeah

But nobody's listening (Told you everything loud and clear) Handful of anger, held in my chest Come, come, come, coming at you Try to give you warning but everyone ignores me Uphill struggle, blood, sweat, and tears Nothing to gain, everything to fear

Love me better, kiss me back, listen more Love me better, kiss me back, Listen more oh Tuesday afternoon, I ain't got shit to do But fall in love with you Yeah, no no no Face down in the brown grass Shame shame on my brown ass Birds in the trees as we

Walking in a winter wonderland In the meadow we can build a snowman We'll conspire By the fire To face unafraid Sleigh bells ring Are you listening? In the lane

I'll pay a penny for your thoughts A nickle for your kiss, I will I will pay anything to know what's on your mind Tell me what's on your mind Listen honey baby There's something that I've gotta make clear You may have had other lovers in your life That

Now we're listenin' to old Alabama A little dixieland delight and it feels so right Oh, play me some old Alabama She'd rather wear a pair of cut-off jeans Than a fancy evening dress And with her windows rolled down And her hair all blown around She's a

That boy is a real pussy pleaser All that fetty but he never met Masika Tuck the chrome 22 in his sneaker El Chapo but he crazy like La Quica Young girls always lookin' for a soulmate But I shoulda listened to what momma told me Furry moon boots, shades