We've had enough Is there even anything left to explain? (We've had enough) Am I really someone you need to restrain? (We've had enough) Can't you listen to what we have to say? (We've had enough) I'm calling out Only echoes respond But I scream 'til my

Can we, we keep, keep each other company Maybe we, can be, be each other's company You ain't gotta be my lover for you to call me baby Let's set each other's lonely nights Be each other's paradise Need a picture for my frame Someone to share my ring Tell

Who you gonna call When your road runs out at the sea You can turn around and walk back to me Where you gonna go What ya gonna do when you get there You know you're never gonna find someone who loves you like I do When you get tired of runnin' June fell

I believe you'll be somebody Someone I can call the one You gon be my only only I can see that you are watchin' I'm a make you fall in love Just sit back and watch me work, work, work, daddy Watch me while I work, work, work Yeah, now let me do my work,

I can’t believe that someone like you Surrenders every element of you And you abuse it So someone you love, you really love May never seen the wonderful in you Why, it’s why you do it Then I don’t know why they call you A dane when you look in the mirror

I'm looking for my lover. Someone I can call my, Dream and like a brother. Also treats me like a best friend. He ain't got another, cause I'm the only one for him. Feels like magic when we're holding hands. He touch my heart.

Can't stand your present job, afraid of getting fired Depressed? Staring at the0late night tube You could call that number But you'd just get someone just like you Well, I feel that way too Just the same as you Like it's getting worse before it's getting

I can’t believe that someone like you Surrenders every element of you And you abuse it So someone you love, you really love May never seen the wonderful in you Why, it’s why you do it Then I don’t know why they call you A dane when you look in the mirror

No food on my table And no shoes to go on my feet Hard times, hard times Hard times seem like a jealous thing My children cry for mercy They got no place to call your own If someone don't help me And I just can't be around three months long No shoes on