You know you wanna be my baby Now here we go again, here we go again Here we go again, here we go again We should have listened to each other's hearts We can make it happen if you 'bout that action Falling in love in every part Let me tell you little

There's no afterlife you don't come back from death So when you leave this earth, when your heart stops you'll see There's no choir of angels there's no gods to meet But let me tell you my friends that when it ends it just ends I know you feel like

Oh you're gonna miss me baby And I'll be so far away Oh your friend will always tell you baby They'll say that you're going strong You know you better change now baby Baby there's always another day Well they'll smile and call you lover Fool, don't you

All I can remember, all I can recall is you Telling me there's been an accident Always the pretenders, always thought that love would do Every day I miss your innocence Maybe we forced the deal, delivered some kind of blow Maybe we broke the seal, cracks

Every other weekend I can't tell her I love her I can't tell him I love him Cause there's too many questions and ears in the car So, I don't tell him I miss him I don't tell her I need her She's over me that's where we are He's over me that's where we

What's it take to see? Never knowing where you belong Take a look around and tell me what you see I guess that all depend on exaclty what you want it to be Is your cup half-full? is your cup half-empty?>br> how can you get what you need in the land of

After the thrill is gone Same dances in the same old shoes Some habits that you just can't lose There's no telling what a man might lose The flame rises but it soon descends Empty pages and a frozen pen You're not quite lovers and you're not quite

I’m sick to my soul I can’t be controlled It feels I’m hanging at the end of my rope I wanna believe that there is still hope Now I’m hanging in the balance alone Heaven better tell me where the hell did the angels go I don’t wanna be the last to know

We can work it out, We can work it out. Try to see it my way, Life is very short, and there's no time For fussing and fighting, my friend. I have always thought that it's a crime, So I will ask you once again. Only time will tell if I am right or I am

Momma I'm depending on you, to tell me the truth Papa was a rolling stone, Where ever he laid his hat was his home And when he died, all he left us was alone It was the third of September That day I'll always remember, yes I will 'Cause that was the day,