If this was the thing to do Call, break it off Call, break my own heart Maybe I would have been something you'd be good at Maybe you would have been something I'd be good at But now we'll never know I won't be sad but in case, I'll go there everyday To

To you I'm just a girl Now I know I'm just another one of your Friday nights But I'm no past time, this is gonna be the last To you I'm just a girl, I'm just a call when there's nowhere else to fall Just a number on your wall, In a pretty dress and

I know you called I know you hung up my line I can't be your alibi You don't have to take the bar exam to see What you've done is ignoramus 103 What've I got to hang my hat on? You don't have a pot to pee in All this just to be your friend

I've taken the breath out of everything they believe I've collapsed its lungs, calloused its heart Sucked the life out of this, for all of Sunday to see, for all of Sunday to see Preaching to the deaf and blind, no one sees my effort No one gets the

This is my heart, it's on the line, Selene Resolutions and lovers in the kitchen Love is clueless and destiny is wishing Typically, I was a validation on your sleeve Oh what an indication To the center of the pain Through your tattered window pane To the

'Cause I know this whole crazy ride's in your hands Hello, it's been too long My fault I haven't called Thank you for picking up the phone I've been swimming around Trying hard not to drown Waiting on my life calling to sound And I'm hangin' on best as I

The issue on the table A petition from a Quaker delegation in Philadelphia Calling on Congress to end the African slave trade and abolish slavery, in all its forms This petition was written and signed by Benjamin Franklin It cannot go ignored. If this

Oh, down beside your red firelight Fat bottomed girls, you make the rockin' world go 'round Are you gonna let it all hang out? Fat bottomed girls Okay, okay! This is called, uh Fat Bottomed Girls! (One, two, three, four!) Are you gonna take me home

I'm iced out, this Rollie cost me nothin' 420 up in London Me and Murda, we up to somethin' I fuck your bitch, now she thinkin' I'm her husband Murda, Murda, Murda shit I'm a problem, called her a "bust man" I was on the hound and almost copped me a Fort

'Cause I know this whole crazy ride's in your hands Hello, it's been too long My fault I haven't called Thank you for picking up the phone I've been swimming around Trying hard not to drown Waiting on my life calling to sound And I'm hangin' on best as I