Let, it will be Just let it be Won't you let it be? Oh let it be Now I can tell you About success, about fame Just watch me burn Oh let it be (Won't you let it be?) About the rise and the fall

Father, we seek your blessing Everyday our children cry Although some of us are missing Restore life up for I and I Slippery, slippery out deh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (There's no get away) Oh yeah, Jah, Jah, we pray Yep, yep, yep, yep, yep, yeah It no

Oh no I fell in love with my rock god You see I fell in love my rock rock god I can't stop my feet from dancin' to the sound of his drum I can't keep my hips from swayin' to his sweet melody Preacher man, preacher man Preacher man walked into the club

Oh mama, oh la, oh la, oh la Don't know what this is All of these new emotions I let them out in the open What do I do now, do now, do now? Do with all of this? Oh, what do I do now? Somebody pass me the water 'Cause I'm burning

D E A D, she's my graveyard baby D E A D, she's my horror queen Bride of Frankenstein, I'll make you come alive (Oh won't you please be mine?) D E A D, she never tricks, she only treats She never tricks, she only treats, There's nothing she won't do for

The first thing this morning Was to have you walk out on me Oh the last thing I needed The postman delivered A "past due" bill notice The alarm clock rang two hours late The garbage man left all the trash On the sidewalk And the hinges fell off of the

For me it ain't real It's fools gold There too many fools sold Not an excuse oh She sits home and dreams That her man will leave his mark on her hand He's not all he seems But she's seen a dress, she has the flowers planned

Hit me baby one more time My loneliness is killing me And I, I must confess I still believe, still believe, still believe When I'm not with you I lose my mind Give me a sign Oh baby, baby Show me how you want it to be How was I supposed to know That

Tell me that the pussy is mine, yeah Tell me that that pussy is mine, ooh Is just like me Keep it one hundred babe We both know, I'm not the only one But when I'm there, you treat a nigga And that's probably why I always come, yeah

Now we're listenin' to old Alabama A little dixieland delight and it feels so right Oh, play me some old Alabama She'd rather wear a pair of cut-off jeans Than a fancy evening dress And with her windows rolled down And her hair all blown around She's a