Don't make me close one more door I don't want to hurt anymore Stay in my arms if you dare Or must I imagine you there Don't walk away from me I have nothing, nothing, nothing I don't really need to look Very much further I don't want to have to go

It shouldn't hurt to look your way (hey, ah-ah, ah) It shouldn't hurt to look your way (your way, ah-ah, ah) I shouldn't have to catch a case (ah-ah, ah yeah) 'Cause I'm the one that can't stand to feel any more pain (ah-ah, ooh) Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

Before you accuse me, take a look at yourself You say I've been spending my money on other women You've been taking money from someone else I called your mama 'bout three or four nights ago Come back home baby, try my love one more time Well your mother

You get tired and disgusted with me But I can't be just what you want me to be I still love you and I try real hard I swear one day you'll have a brand new car I even asked God to try to help me He looked down from Heaven and said to tell you please Just

Too paid to freestyle. He's looking good Where's my coffee? Good morning doctor carter (hey sweetie) Looks like its going to be a long day. (another one what we got?) Your first patient (yeah) Is suffering from a lack of concept (uh-huh) Originality (ugh)

Ole man trouble Ole man trouble leave me alone Go find you someone else to pick on I live my live and now you see now Please stay away from me, oh now Ooo oh yeah, Oh I look like I'm down in my luck

We drive and we disconnect Heaven know Look what you do to me Send my best, no regrets With the wind, I'm gone I guess, I guess Trying to escape from them, from them I guess, I guess, I guess Run, run, running

I was the girl who was on fire I look in the mirror Is this our world? Is it someone else? To where you are Are we star crossed lovers? Did I really want you gone? If I'm really a winner Where do these demons come from?

Leavin' the light on Burning the whole night through So I can look at you I'm leavin' the light on Carolina moon, lazy ol' River Time keeps floatin' On By Moss hanging from an oak tree Baby it's just you and me Sure makes one beautiful sight

I think we got a problem Big money in this bitch if you didn't knew Big business minus the business suit Even I look in the mirror like is it you And I say I must be the hottest if it isn't you Stay fresh from my top to my tennis shoes