You're killing me, you're killing me Doctor, please, give me a dose of the American Dream Put down the pen and look in my eyes We're in the waiting room and something ain't right All this is on you, we're over prescribed Doctor, your medicine, and your

If you let me put it a little into ya For so long I've been tryin' to get into ya Now girl it's your turn to take the reins Now show me what you're gonna do 'Cause girl I got your remedy Can't put down girl get down Help it's too late 'cause it's 'bout

Your time is gonna come Lyin' cheatin' hurtin that's all you seem to do Messin' around with every guy in town Puttin' me down for thinkin' of someone new Always the same playin' your game Drive me insane trouble is gonna come to you One of these

He was a million miles from a million dollars But you can never spend his wealth When I was a kid, my grandfather was a preacher He said God only helps those Who learn to help themselves Wave, put your hands up, and hands down When I was a kid, I used to

Tell me that it isn't true All of those awful things that I have heard I don't want to believe them, all I want is your word I have heard rumors all over town They say that you're planning to put me down All I would like you to do Is tell me that it

Take the box Put it in the box, put it in the box The Moschino bra you bought me last Christmas Frank's in there and I don't care Your neighbors were screaming I don't have a key for downstairs So I punched all the buzzers hoping he would be there And

A clown puts his make-up on upside down So he wears a smile even when he wears a frown You might think I'm here when you put me down But actually I'm on the other side of town Why must you always seem to criticize me? I seems like everything I do just

We'll put the speakers in the window and we'll go On the roof and listen to the miracles Echo to the alley down below There's a soul in the city Bring over some of you old Motown records Bring over some of your old Motown records Let's dance together

I know where you went but I don't know how you got there Lucidity, come back to me Put all five senses back to where they're meant to be Silver tongue hill where you talk up what I' d play down I would speak up but I wouldn't know what to say Oh it's

All the youngins in my hood popping percs now Gettin' high they get by, it's gettin' worse now You gotta tell 'em put them guns and the percs down Them new jails got ten yards in 'em and that's your first down, uh And I ain't come here to preach I just