I'm beggin' you baby, cut out that off the wall jive Please come home to your daddy, and explain yourself to me Because I and you are man and wife, tryin' to start a family If you can't treat me no better, it gotta be your funeral and my trial When I and

I'm on some kind of drug Fire be burnin' in my hotel room Come through, champagne be poppin' System be knockin' in my hotel room Can't explain all the ways you get me high Can't explain, don't keep me waiting all night Girl, come through, them bath water

The way you look tonight But it's something about the way you look tonight Takes my breath away And I can't explain It's that feeling I get about you, deep inside And I can't describe There was a time I was everything and nothing all in one When you

There's a secret place I like to go Everyone is there but their face don't show If you get inside you can't get out There's no coming back, I hear them shout Welcome to my hide away, my secret place How I arrived I can't explain You're welcome to, if you

What is this feeling? What is this feeling I have in my heart for you? Ah, baby, oh baby Is one of the things I can't explain to you And that's how I feel about you You kissing me a thousand times Slowly driving me out of my mind, oh ho, baby, yeah I'm

In the life we live as thugs Everybody fuckin' wit' us so can't you see It's hard to be a man Ridin' wit' my guns in hand In the life Why explain the game? Niggas ain't listenin' Stuck in positions if victims can't stand the heat Then stay the fuck out

I can't explain it, but you're gonna love this So crazy outrageous, simply unstoppable Blah, yeah, simple Honey, I'm a fine boy, no pimples I've done deja-vu with the dimples And fuckin' everybody wants me on their single My mom 44 years with no wrinkles

You're sleeping, son, I know But, really, this can't wait I wanted to explain Before it gets too late For your mother and me Love has finally died This is no happy home But God knows how I've tried

I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing Be my mirror, my sword and shield My missionaries in a foreign field For some reason I can't explain Roman Calvary choirs are singing I know Saint Peter won't call my name Never an honest word But that was when I ruled

You are my strange addiction My doctors can't explain My symptoms or my pain But you are my strange addiction Bad, bad news One of us is gonna lose I'm the powder, you're the fuse Just add some friction No, Billie, I haven't done that dance since my wife