Thinkin' I'll never get over you And I, I get so scared They say love grows, but I've only seen it die I'm too young to feel like I'm runnin' out of time I get so scared I'll always be making a compromise No matter what I do, ooh And maybe (maybe) I'll

Did you leave a piece of love behind What's wrong, baby What's on your mind What is on your mind Time can heal a broken heart Oh, but does it really ease the mind I know it's hard for you Though you say that you're not longing for my touch I know it

Someone to watch over me Won't you tell him please To put on some speed Follow my lead Oh, how I need There's a saying old Says that love is blind Still we're often told "Seek and ye shall find"

Ohh, I choose you Why you letting them think for you? When you're a grown ass woman Baby, you're a grown ass woman Why you letting them think for you When you a grown ass woman Baby, you a grown ass woman Why they doing the thinking for you?

You'll find another life to live I know that you'll get over it She's sippin' Moet, and yeah I swear it gets her wetter My Louboutins new, so my bottoms, they is redder No I'm not a rat, but I'm all about my cheddar Just talked to your homie, she said we

Such a beautiful disaster Oh and I don't know I don't know what he's after But he's so beautiful And if I could hold on Through the tears and the laughter Would it be beautiful Or just a beautiful disaster It just ain't right

I'm lovin', I'm livin', I'm pickin' it up Ain't got no tears left to cry So I'm pickin' it up, pickin' it up (oh yeah) Right now, I'm in a state of mind Yeah, we turnin' it up Comin' out, even when it's rainin' down Oh, I just want you to come with me

Oh, what a feeling When we're dancing on the ceiling What is happening here Something's going on that's not quite clear Somebody turn on the lights We're gonna have a party It's starting tonight The room is hot and that's good Some of my friends came by

Daylight come and we don't wanna go home Dayo, me say dayo Yeah so, we losin' control Turn the lights low 'cause we about to get blown Let the club shut down (We won't go, oh, oh, oh) From the window (from the window) To the wall (to the wall) This club

When a fellow loves a maiden And that maiden doesn't love him, It's the same as when a bald man Finds a comb upon the highway. The cucaracha, the cucaracha, Doesn't want to travel on Because she hasn't, Oh no, she hasn't Marihuana for to smoke.