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

Listen what they say (listen what they say) I wouldn't do that (ooh, ooh) 54-46 was my number, was my number, man Can you hear me say, yeah? (yeah yeah) Right now, someone else has that number Stick it up, mister Can you hear what I'm saying now, yeah

Ooh, hey, hey, hey, oh I'll be, I'll be, I'll be, I'll be, I'll be your West Coast, honey But my love, I won't give up I ain't no superman, I ain't no holy ghost I'm just the one that keeps you up and that you love the most I'll be your strong man, I'll

Ooh baby baby, la la la la la la la (ah-ha) Ooh drop it to the floor, make you wanna say (hey baby) Yeah you can shake some more, make me wanna say (hey baby) Ooh baby baby, la la la la la la la If your girl wanna play, let her go, so let her go (la la

Catch the wind, see us spin But the wind won't blow You really shouldn't go That you will be mine By takin' our time, ooh Sail away, leave today Way up high in the sky, hey whoa Only goes to show And if I say to you tomorrow

Ooh, she may be weary And young girls, they do get wearied Wearing that same old shaggy dress, yeah But when she gets weary Try a little tenderness, yeah, yeah You know she's waiting Just anticipating The thing that she'll never, never, never, never

Pour some sugar on me Ooh in the name of love Pour your sugar on me Sometime, anytime, sugar me sweet Break the bubble, break it up C'mon fire me up Ooh I can't get enough I'm hot, sticky sweet Hey, hey, hey

She looks just like me, just like me I see you on your back And I just can't believe No, I just can't believe She can, she can, she can have you Just like me, ooh Pictures, they flash And I can't even sleep Got those heels on that you love

We rock the world, ooh, yeah We didn't listen when they said it can't be done It's gonna make the papers This shit's gon' hit the news 'Cause fear don't haunt the madness Got nothing left to lose A hundred years from now There's still be talking, girl I

Goyard pouch (hey) Racks in the quarter ounce (hey) Two accounts (hey) Large amounts, ooh Shop around (hey) Designer down, ooh Drip or drown (hey) Drip or drown, ooh