Hey Miss Lady, come on home I remember long time ago You outside of your show Tell me to come back You said that I was on your jet So then that’s why all I know Someday you will come around talking your charm You say that you thought that you’ll be mine

I wish those days could come back once more Why did those days ever have to go Looking back on when I Was a little nappy headed boy Then my only worry Was for Christmas what would be my toy Even though we sometimes Would not get a thing We were happy

I was thinking she would come over, stay over Wake up hungover, still head over heels for me Thought it was something we could talk over, drink over Then it would be over, back to how it used to be No, but it's the kind where the sheets get colder And

I wish those days could come back once more Why did those days ever have to go Looking back on when I Was a little nappy headed boy Then my only worry Was for Christmas what would be my toy Even though we sometimes Would not get a thing We were happy

If you want a bad boy then baby you got it Got a bad toy sittin' in the parkin' lot Take you to the wrong side of the tracks Baby you ain't gonna wanna come back 'Cause I'm a free bird and damn proud of it If you want a bad boy Want a bad boy You're a

It's time to rise up, man up, get back up, Never bend and won't be broken Dust off and then come back for more You've gotta reach down, dig deep, and break ground, Show them all you won't be beaten Come back for more Brush it off and then come back for

I am on my way, I am on my way Stand back please Look at me good now, I'm not a fool I am on my way On my way to reach you, babe Gimme what you want Tell me how you feel I am not the one you think Then come around by my side

I know I thought I can’t let go Well it’s over He won’t take me back when I come around Says he’s sorry then he puts me out I got a big chain around my neck And I’m broken down like a train wreck Can’t let go You told me baby one more time Won’t make me

She's a star From the backstreets to the city First she buys you, then she sells ya You know she wants you when she's telling you She comes to life from the cover of a Hollywood magazine With a sense of confidence hard to fight She waits to be discovered

I got one foot on the path I got one foot in your doorway You say, "Come over baby Come talk to me" Then you drive me so crazy I can't hardly see If this keeps goin' on I might just leave and not come back I got on foot in your doorway Well you beg me to