I never meant to hurt you! I never meant to make you cry, but tonight I'm sorry momma! I'm cleaning out my closet (one more time) I said I'm sorry momma! I'm cleaning out my closet Where's my snare? I have no snare in my headphones There you go

(doo wah, doo wah, doo wah, doo wah Doo wah, doo wah, doo wah, doo wah) It don't mean a thing If it ain't got that swing All you got to do is sing It makes no diff'rence If it's sweet or hot Just give that rhythm Ev'rything you got Oh, it don't mean a

We're in good company Is a pretty girl sitting next to me Kissing up on me, and I got a spot waiting on you Yeah, the only thing missing So B.Y.O.B, it means bring yourself over, babe Got what we need to make good vibes, good times And a damn good memory

I heard every word you said And trying hard to understand Exactly what it is, you need, from me Baby I apologize I never meant to make you cry But there ain't no doubt, we can work it out yeah Cause I'm gonna be around Don't worry baby

I'm wishing on a star To follow where you are And I wish on all the rainbows that I see I'm wishing on a dream To follow what it means I feel it's time we should make up, baby I feel it's time for us to get back together And make the best of things, oh,

We're in good company Is a pretty girl sitting next to me Kissing up on me, and I got a spot waiting on you Yeah, the only thing missing So B.Y.O.B, it means bring yourself over, babe Got what we need to make good vibes, good times And a damn good memory

Girl I'll do anything to make you feel special Man it's easy to see you're special to me Whether we lovers or friends, we'll always be I want you to know, you're special Aw man! Ay Game, don't tell me you love her (I mean I like the bitch, but I don't

Thank you for your smile You make it all worthwhile to us I'm singing this song for you and your mum that's all Little James, we're all the same They always seem to look to us But we weren't meant to be grown ups You live for your toys, even though they

(I'm bad at love) Each time the feeling fades Look, I don't mean to frustrate, but I Always make the same mistakes, yeah Always make the same mistakes 'cause I'm bad at love I know that you're afraid I'm gonna walk away Got a boy back home in Michigan

It’s your turn now, it’s your turn now Oh, baby, baby I’mma do it do it do it On the bed on the floor on the couch Only 'cause your lips ain't make it to my mouth Just because I can’t kiss back Doesn’t mean you can’t kiss that Oh, baby, baby, just like