And you're a rocket queen I might be a little young but honey I ain't naive Here I am and you're a rocket queen oh yeah I might be too much But honey you're a bit obscene I've seen everything imaginable Pass before these eyes I've had everything that's

Maybe if hell froze over We could be in love again Oh, oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh That you were standing here with me I won't do anything for you But I want do that again We might never get closer Heaven knows it have to end There's a part of

That I couldn't be around Oh I'll be sorry for now You will understand There will be a day that you will understand Sometimes things refuse to go the way we planned There are things we have to do that we can't stand Watching the wings cut through the

Send me some lovin' Send it, I pray How can I keep loving you Only when you're so far, far away? Ooh, send me your kisses Why don't you send it, my dear So I can hold you And pretend, yeah, you are here Why don't you send me your kisses?

No house on a hill full of life's finer things And I'll tell you right now there's a whole lot that I just can't do So girl, I can't buy you a big diamond ring Oh, but baby, don't think I can't love you I learned the hard way real early in life That

Girl I've been waiting all night to see you dance like me And you gonna sweat your outfit out, trying to dance like me (Now let me see), Ah ah ah, now freeze, like me, oh Haha, I get it down on the dance floor Watch this, hey You don't even know girl You

I love ya mama, I love ya mama, I love ya mama No stress, no drama, her kids hatin, they know I fucked their mama Ok, I love me some of yo mama, (oh) true that (true that) Don't call me daddy, only she can do that Ok, me and yo mama be fuckin, boy you

You can jump right in As the Southern wind sings again an island lullaby Let the music pull you in Oh and lose yourself again The Southern wind sings again an island lullaby Baby powder beach under my feet has got me rolling And the breeze through

Oh have you seen my dear companion For he was all this world to me Written by Jean Ritchie © 1976 Geordie Music Pub Co. I hear he's gone to some far country And that he cares no more for me I wish I were a swallow flying I'd fly to a high and

It takes two, baby. just me and you. You know it takes two. It takes two, baby, It takes two, baby., Ooh doo doo doo doo. You know it takes two. Ha! One can have a dream, baby. Two can make a dream so real.