Oh oh oh oh ho oh Happy alone Sharing a smile So far from home I want in like a substitute I've been working awful hard for you But you don't say, you just hold your breath So I can't touch what I haven't yet She's a cold one and it hurts me so

Like one more time if our love ever grows cold And this new thrill somehow grows old Oh, when forever for us is no more Don't tell our friends, baby Let me be the first to know When you no longer care When my dreams, you no longer share Tell me before it

Hello, how can I help you? Hi, my name’s Dave Burd, I have an appointment today It’s probably under 'Lil Dicky,' actually I’m a, I’m a rapper, so Okay, and who are you here to see? Uh, Snoop Dogg? Says here Snoop D-o-g-g Oh, yeah. He’s right down the

To tell you I'm sorry For everything that I've done But when I call you never Seem to be home For breaking your heart But it don't matter, it clearly Doesn't tear you apart anymore Oh, anymore I must've called a thousand times (thousand times)

Let's get it on C'mon, baby I've been sanctified I've been really tryin', baby Tryin' to hold back this feeling for so long And if you feel like I feel, baby Then, c'mon, oh, c'mon Ah, baby, let's get it on Let's love, baby

It must have been moonglow, way up in the blue It must have been moonglow that led me straight to you And I keep on prayin', "Oh Lord, please let this last" We seemed to float right through the air Heavenly songs seemed to come from everywhere And now

Slippin' and a slidin', peepin' and a hidin', been told long time ago, Oh, big conniver, nothing but a jiver, done got hip to your jive, Slippin' and a slidin', peepin' and a hidin', won't be your fool no more. Oh Malinda, she's a solid sender, you know

Okay, but, uh, are you sure I'm an example I just want to be alone with you Is that fine? Sexual healing Oh what a feeling Young and impatient for sweet sensations, yeah, yeah, yeah Hey (you know baby, yeah you know) I'm still up to something criminal

Wished I had told, was the only one (uh-oh) But it's too late, it's too late You sweat her, and I ain't talkin' 'bout a Coogi You a big L, and I ain't talkin 'bout Cool J See me at the airport, at least twenty Louis Treat me like the Prince and this my

Burn the witch We know where you live This is a low flying panic attack Stay in the shadows Cheer at the gallows This is a round up Sing a song on the jukebox that goes Red crosses on wooden doors And if you float you burn