Mhm-mhm-mhm-mhm When I want you flyin' with me Yeah, your heart is like a wild bird Mhm-mhm-mhm-mhm (yeah, eh) And you don't know how to fly it, girl Changes too much on the breeze Just to love someone like me You've been talkin' in my sleep You keep

I can't stop drinking about you No one's gonna love you like I do I gotta numb the pain Without you I ain't the same So pour a shot in my glass and I'll forget forever! (Wow oh) So pour a shot in my glass 'cause it makes everything better! (Wow oh) I

I still hear you sing my sweet love Evelyn In fact I'm so lonely I Dance with delusional angels of sin Kill false demons you might kill false angels too That's not what we wanna do Evelyn visions in the sky, all on my shoulder, all in my mind In fact I'm

I hate to see the look on your face I wish I could make myself stay But our hearts don't live in the same space So tell me how to break yours with grace And you had money and cars, looked like a star You loved me so good, I could cry Brought me roses and

Lived with you, If I ain't got you There's a light A certain kind of light That never shone on me I want my life to be There's a way, everybody say To do each and every little thing But what good does it bring, if I ain't got you

It was pretty in May, but it died in June I watched her go After she planted her love in the top soil And from the top soil an iris bloomed If I could be just one thing I would be what you’re craving Six foot three with steel blue eyes Sweep you off of

To be with the one you love. I said the night time, ooh, is the right time I said the night time oh, is the right time You know the night time, oh, is the right time Baby, I said a baby, baby, come on and drive me crazy, lord, You know I love you; always

I can't believe that you're in love with me. Your eyes of blue, your kisses too, I never knew what they could do. You're telling ev'ry one I know I'm on your mind each place we go They can't believe that you're in love with me. I have always placed you

Why can't we be friends, when we are lovers? 'Cause it always ends with us hating each other Instead of calling me out you should be pulling me in I've just got one more thing to say And irony is okay, I suppose Culture is to blame You try and mask your

Because they trod the rocky road Got to get a place fi ghetto youths fi rest dem feet Down through the roots of the one called King David Now praise up the Almighty, no deal with devilism Now I say love and harmony, is what we need upon the street