Oh, the trouble with love Everybody knows it's the best kind, too It'll get you in deep, yeah, it always does Oh, but the trouble's gonna find you Oh, but I got no trouble with love Oh, and that's the trouble with love The trouble with time is that you

Good mornin' 'lil school girl, Tell your mother and your father, I'm gettin' me an airplane, can I go home, can I go home with you? I'm a little school boy too Woke up this mornin', woke up this mornin', I didn't know what to, I didn't know what to do

You could be mine But you're way out of line With your bitch slap rappin' And your cocaine tongue You get nuthin' done 'Cause you could be mine I said you could be mine I'm a cold heartbreaker Fit ta burn and I'll rip your heart in two

We're the heirs to the glimmering world Hey, love, we'll get away with it Oh, come, come be my waitress and serve me tonight We'll run like we're awesome, totally genius We'll run like we're awesome We'll set off the geese of Beverly Road Serve me the

Ooh, it makes me wonder There's a lady who's sure All that glitters is gold And she's buying a stairway to heaven When she gets there she knows If the stores are all closed With a word she can get what she came for Oh oh oh oh and she's buying a stairway

Find a few good buddies, start a band Just get you a guitar and learn how to play Cut up some jeans, come up with a name When you're living in a world that you don't understand I never was a straight-lace, straight A student Teacher's pet or child

Oil on water They lie together, oh Someone's daughter And they lie upon her, oh So her fingers ran away with themselves 'Till everything was documented Our mind it was reaching out To put into words what their bodies had done It's a catalogue of modern

'Cause everywhere we go girl, you're the star of the show And everybody's wondering and wanting to know What's your name, who's that girl Oh, what gets me the most is you don't even know With the prettiest smile in the world? That you are, you are, you

Battle of the Sexes Radio Get your money right, ladies Welcome back to Where it is 12:45 in the A.M. And Disturbing The Peace Is our in studio guest Our hot-line is lit the fuck up With people with relationship issues

I want to talk to the fellas for a minute I want y'all to know The flyest kinda ho To get wit' In '94, or period She's CrazySexyCool I'ma let y'all know what that be Ha, she's kinda like me