Oh, my my, that's just the way we do it Cut off Levi's and kickin' country music Miles from nowhere, there ain't no city limits And that's where you're gonna find us havin' a small town big time Hangin' out at the old park pool Right after Sunday school

Oh oh oh oh I ain't tryna wear you out Never get enough On my way to pick you up Be ready when I pull up baby I don't wanna have to rush When we making love Let me know if it ain't too much Beat, beat 'til the sunrise

Well, then a 'nuff gettoh youths no have no place to go Live night and day roaming in the gettoh Nuff gettoh youths ain't got no place of their own Give them some place that they can call their home Well, then a 'nuff politions telling poor people lies

Stronger than yesterday Now it's nothing but my way My loneliness ain't killing me no more I, I'm stronger I, I'm stronger Ooh hey, yeah Hush, just stop There's nothing you can do or say, baby I've had enough

You say you're lookin' for someone But it ain't me babe No, no, no, it ain't me babe It ain't me you're lookin' for, babe I'm not the one you want, babe Go away from my window Leave at your own chosen speed I'm not the one you need Who's never weak but

This time we'll take it slow Take it slow, ohh We're just ordinary people We don't know which way to go 'Cause we're ordinary people Maybe we should take it slow Girl, I'm in love with you This ain't the honeymoon Passed the infatuation phase

You know it ain't right just to treat me this a way. Well, you know it ain't right just to treat me this a way. Well, you know, my baby, have you home one day. You know it ain't right just to treat me like you do. Well, you know it ain't right just to

I wanna be living for the love of you All that I'm giving is for the love of you Hmm Huh Hoo hoo hey baby I'm looking for you Drifting on a memory Ain't no place I'd rather be Than with you, loving you Day will make a way for night All we'll need is

I'm a W.O.M.A.N. Oh, oh, oh yeah, oh Talking about you, a man Always ready to go When it come to movin' daddy Baby, you're almost gold You ain't got nothin' in your pocket

The way things are going They're going to crucify me Christ you know it ain't easy You know how hard it can be The newspapers said Standing in the dock at Southampton Trying to get to Holland or France The man in the mac said You've got to go back