I always got it on me Just in case you want me So, if you’re looking for my love Then light it up I get so neurotic about it baby ‘Cause I know you’re reading your phone I can’t help from going crazy Thinking you might not be all alone I wake up, I check

Now you're just somebody that I used to know But you didn't have to cut me off Make out like it never happened and that we were nothing And I don't even need your love But you treat me like a stranger and that feels so rough No you didn't have to stoop

How did we get here? Baby, I gotta know On the other side of love Baby, you don't have to keep looking through my phone If something's going on, girl, you'd already know We can't even say two words without a fight anymore You tell me you hate me and I

(Who got shot tonight?) Who shot the shot? Who got shot tonight? I come from a long way away And I know a fine thing when I see it For the same reason no one ever pointed a telescope at the sun Talking about the Red Angels of N-Y City Not even five

Something about Something about the boy There's just something about the boy He got me good I've got it bad He got me feeling like a girl gone mad Got me running around like I'm a lovefool Taking me down I can't stop He got me up

You have my word I won't bother you no more As I face the lonely night As I walk right out that door Yes I'm doing alright As I face the brand new day No more sorrows will I find I've got tomorrow on my side No more teardrops will I cry

I really can't stay But, baby, it's cold outside Ahh, but it's cold outside I got to go away But baby, it's cold outside This evening has been Been hoping that you'd drop in So very nice I'll hold your hands, they're just like ice

Jump all you can And you got out your right foot The sooner you get out In your hide away I might be left dead Serves a place and time I plan on never waking up Side of the road Get out the way

Whoah, something bad Got a real good feeling something bad about to happen Got a real good feelin’ something bad about to happen Stand on the box, stomp your feet, start clapping Wake up in the morning’ don’t know what happened Drinks keep coming, throw

Rise and shine all you gold-digging mothers Are you too good to tango with the poor poor boys Slow nights so long she's frenching out flavour She's seventeen but I done went and plum forgot it. No tears are gone they're pooling on the table No tears are