It's 5 o'clock in the morning Conversation got boring And I was hoping you would creep in You said you're goin' to bed soon And I thought I'd just wait there Until I heard you come up the stairs So I snuck off to your bedroom (It's 5 o'clock in the

Come on down to the city of L.A Where we, we ride with gangsta's and the pimpins' easy You know how we keep it bumpin' everyday, baby We ride with gangsta's and the pimpins' easy Come on, everybody throw your hands up in the air Come on lets And you

The door's open wide Come in from out of the rain So you stare Call it despair, baby Don't you care I'm on the square about you Let's have a try It maybe that you're my guy

Thus he died Nom the Wise Lord of the caves and friend of man Fair, and noble Most beloved of the Noldor race Paid the price, he redeemed the oath Farewell my friend, farewell

B-B-B-Bennie and the Jets She's got electric boots a mohair suit Oh but they're weird and they're wonderful You know I read it in a magazine, oh Hey kids, shake it loose together The spotlight's hitting something that's been known to change the weather

Now we're listenin' to old Alabama A little dixieland delight and it feels so right Oh, play me some old Alabama She'd rather wear a pair of cut-off jeans Than a fancy evening dress And with her windows rolled down And her hair all blown around She's a

The last time that I saw them I gave you my fingerprints They were running through your hair You held one between your lips And brought another there I haven't seen them since No matter who or what I touch I leave no evidence Left them all over you

For this cements my beliefs I will not relent no no I will not choke on failure I am a mortal man Never suffer defeat, never falter Never live with defeat never falter This like the air that I breath But I'm not falling I'm not broken yet But I'll hold

'Cause since I've come on home, Well my body's been a mess And I've missed your ginger hair And the way you like to dress Won't you come on over Stop making a fool out of me Why don't you come on over Valerie? Well sometimes I go out by myself

What a sad beautiful tragic love affair We had a beautiful magic love affair Long handwritten note, deep in your pocket Words, how little they mean, when you're a little too late I stood right by the tracks, your face in a locket Good girls, hopeful