You know we've got to find a way Picket lines and picket signs Don't punish me with brutality What's going on Yeah, what's going on Right on baby Mother, mother There's too many of you crying Brother, brother, brother

Good morning little schoolgirl, can I come home with I want to put a tiger, baby Come on now pretty baby, I just can't help myself You're so young and pretty, I don't need nobody else Can't you hear me crying Hey, I'm a schoolboy too I want to be your

Because I used to love her, but it's all over now The table's have turned, now it's her turn to cry Well, baby used to stay out, all night long She made me cry and she did me wrong She had my nose open, that's no lie Well, she used to run around with

(To your arms) (But I love you) So I'll cry if you won't take me there (If you won't take me there) Baby, I understand da reason why you're leavin' But dat doesn't make it any easier to bear I know dat I played dis game a fool wen I was cheatin' Now I'm

Baby when you got a secret love Every little touch is not enough Every little moment we're apart is pain to me Maybe we can find some hideaway Everybody knows but who can say When do I cry This breakin' heart Just hurts me more When we're apart

Don't cry to me oh baby Die, die, die my darling Don't utter a single word I'll be seeing you again Die, die, die Your future's in an oblong box You should have seen it a-comin' on Had to know it was in your power Dead-end goal for a dead-end girl

Cowgirls don't cry Cowgirls don't cry, ride, baby, ride Soon enough you gonna know why It's gonna hurt every now and then If you fall get back on again Her daddy gave her, her first pony Then taught her to ride She climbed high in that saddle Fell I

There ain't nothing like the real thing baby Ain't nothing like the real thing There ain't nothing I'm talking genuine Made in the USA And you can't go back once you get a taste It was in a crystal bottle on his desk He'd save it for the times to not

Every night, I'll make it up to you (you, you) Every night, I'll make it up to you It seems like we're going nowhere You're crying inside your bedroom Baby I know it's not fair I'll make it up to you (you, you) Took your heart, took your hand Promised

Space coupe look like a UFO (Whoa) Smokin' on dope (Damn) They call me Yao 'cause my eyes real low (Low) Pourin' up fours (Whoa) You the type of nigga go cry to a ho (Ho) Butterfly doors (Ooh) Baby mama whip a pot on the stove (Whip it) Ain't no joke