Begging us please Praying that we don't exist Just let us through Na na na na na na na We don't exist But tell me why they treat me like this? Maybe it's true They're staring at you

Hold on to the memories, they will hold on to you Please don't ever become a stranger whose laugh I could recognize anywhere I want your midnights There's glitter on the floor after the party Girls carrying their shoes down in the lobby Candle wax and

Treat me sweet and gentle when you say goodnight Just squeeze me but please don't tease me I get sentimental when you hold me tight Just squeeze me but please don't tease me Missing you since you went away Singing the blues away each day Counting the

Just gimme the gees an we be clubbin yow. Gal a make wi please and we be thuggin' now. Sippin' Hennesy an we'll be bubblin yow. Set we mind at ease we got to take it slow. So when you see the S.P. floatin' don't provoke him Cause the girls we be poking

Please help me, I'm falling In love with you Close the door to temptation don't let me walk through Turn away from me, darling I'm begging you to I belong to another Whose arms have grown cold But i promised forever To have and to hold

Just gimme the gees an we be clubbin yow. Gal a make wi please and we be thuggin' now. Sippin' Hennesy an we'll be bubblin yow. Set we mind at ease we got to take it slow. So when you see the S.P. floatin' don't provoke him Cause the girls we be poking

It's too late, she's gone. She's gone, yes she's gone. And I wonder does she know When she left me, it hurt me so. I need your love babe, please don't make me wait. Tell me it's not too late. It's too late, my baby's gone. Wish I had told her she was my

Please don't stop The video stop When it's nothing, loving, nothing That's all you admire Got no time for me, you ain't got no time for me While it's true It's all good now And these tears Fall in the sunlight

Won't you please look down on me? A little mercy is all I need I say, angel of mercy Angel of mercy Oh, angel of mercy I went to work this mo'nin' My foreman looked me in the eye He said, "Fella I don't know what's wrong with ya, But you look sick enough

Condition critical Condition critical, critical I'm feeling physical Now I'm really cynical Oh the tension's mounting The pressure starts to show All the men in haunting Please don't let me go