Are you really doing the things you do Oh, d'you hear me? I cannot believe it's true And I gave it all to you Now I'm living on borrowed time, but it's mine No, I cannot believe it's you, really you No I cannot believe it's you, really you (Over and

Mama been laid off Papa been laid off Billy can't get a job Don't let them stay home and listen to the blues My brother's been laid off For more than two years now Ooh can't get a job Ooh they gotta listen to the blues Help them to strive

Oh my, my, my Let's stop, my baby I die every night with you Living for your every move Now, let's stop running from love Running from love Let's stop running from us Running from us Shine on, diamond

Sober, sober Will I want you when I'm sober? Will I want you when it's over? Will you want me when you're sober? Will you want me when it's over? Don't know if it's the Hennessy That's got you in your honesty Oh, I just hope you still mean what you say

Oh! Mama, Mama look there! Your children are playing in that street again Don't you know what happened down there? A youth of fourteen got shot down there The Kokane guns of Jamdown Town The killing clowns, the blood money men Are shooting those

If you want closure Come on and close that door I know, I know, I know What ya' really came for I know what ya' want, baby Know what ya' came here for Ooh yeah, yeah

(That's what Christmas means to me, my love) All these things and more That's what Christmas means to me, my love, ah yeah Candles burnin' low Lots of mistletoe toe Lots of snow and ice Everywhere we go Choirs singin' carols

I can explain Let me explain These metamorphic supernatural forces dominate what I see A Gemini, do I let these personalities always conflict in me Oh! But don't be scared of me, girl I can't explain I know it's foreign to you I know it's hard to believe

You, oh, oh, you, oh, oh Baby, this is what you came for Lightning strikes every time she moves And everybody's watching her But she's looking at you, oh, oh You, oh, oh We go fast till they can't replay Who knows why it's gotta be this way

You don't know What you do to me lately Got you rolling papers, got you rolling papers I got so much love for ya Want you to know How much that I fuck with you, oh Wanna roll one up for ya Want you to come to the back of the club It's a gang thing, it's