The answer better be (Yes, yes) That pleases me Do I move you, are you willin' Do I groove you, is it thrillin' Do I soothe you, tell the truth now Do I move you, are you loose now Are you ready for this action Does it give you satisfaction Are you hip

I believe (I believe) I raise my hands, bow my head I'm finding more and more truth in the words written in red They tell me that there's more to life than just what I can see Old man Wrigley lived in that white house Down the street where I grew up

Give me something What you say tells me nothing What’s the truth, give me something Take me down a road I believe in Lost the way, lost all reason Search the past for redemption Broken glass, no reflection Take me to a place I believe in Lost my way,

I wanna know, I wanna know Tell me how do you feel It's alright When your baby's loving your best friend? I wanna know When your baby crosses your mind? Tell me how do you feel, partner? I want the truth and not a lie

Oh I like you too and to tell you the truth That wasn't my chair after all. Well excuse me, but I think you've got my chair, No that one's not taken, I don't mind if you sit here, I'll be glad to share. Yea it's usually, packed here on Friday nights, Oh

I'mma tell you what you need to know I'mma tell you what you need to hear Cause the truth would be too much Yeah the truth would be, yeah the truth would be I wish that I could open twice, sit down at the open mic Go back to the day before I became

Oh nice guys finish last When you are the outcast Don't pat yourself on the back You might break your spine Pressure cooker pick my brain and tell me I'm insane I'm so fucking happy I could cry Every joke can have its truth but now the joke's on you I

A warning sign I've gotta tell you what a state I'm in I've gotta tell you in my loudest tones That I started looking for a warning sign When the truth is Yeah the truth is That I miss you so

I wanna die If you're the death of me darlin' Somebody always loses And we still play the game Lets make it up baby Cause I ain't gonna fight I know you ain't a liar But you don't tell the truth And you're walkin' on a wire

In the words written in red They tell me that there's more to life Said, "I raise my hands I'm findin' more and more truth Old man Wrigley lived in that white house Down the street where I grew up