You tell me that you love me, I don't know what I would do Goin' through the motions, I'm just tryna make it through If you wasn't by my side, will I be able to move? It's hard to keep in touch when I'm always on the move La-da-da-da-da (Tryna make it

I'm sick and tired of the games you played Every move I make your ass got something to say Scandalize my name when you see it in the paper Trying to turn it all around when it wasn't that way Everybody is trying to figure me out What the hell is wrong

You're always in my head I think of you I haven't slept I think I do But I don't forget My body moves Goes where I will But though I try my heart stays still It never moves

And, I want her in my life The way she move to her own beat Ooh Ooh what a natural beauty No need no make-up to be a cutie And when they ask what a good woman's made of She's not afraid and ashamed of She's royal, yeah so royal No I never been someone shy

I cherish the day I won't go astray I won't be afraid You're ruling the way that I move This is my prayer You show me how deep love can be And I breathe your air You only can rescue me If you were mine

It's alright, it's alright, it's alright She moves in mysterious ways Johnny take a walk With your sister the moon Let her pale light in To fill up your room You've been living underground Eating from a can

Feelin' blue, blue, blue, blue, blue. Hey, look over yonder out in the rain, Soakin' wet fever in my brain. Now, I ain't certain which way to go, But I got to move, sure. I'm feelin' blue. I'm feelin' blue. Hey, look over yonder behind the wall,

Harlem has those southern skies, They're in my baby's smile, I idolize my baby's eyes and Classy up-town style. If Harlem moved to China, I know of nothing finer, Than to stow away on a plane, some day and have them Drop me off in Harlem. Drop me off in

I'll move back down To this western town If you were thinking that the worst is yet to come Why am I the one always packing up my stuff? For once, for once, for once I get the feeling that I'm right where I belong Why am I the one always packing all my

Harlem has those southern skies, They're in my baby's smile, I idolize my baby's eyes and Classy up-town style. If Harlem moved to China, I know of nothing finer, Than to stow away on a plane, some day and have them Drop me off in Harlem. Drop me off in