For the Bible tells me so Yes Jesus loves me for the Bible tells me so Yes Jesus loves me Jesus loves me this I know Little ones to him belong They are weak but he is strong Oh, yes Jesus loves me Pressing on the up away Always guide me Lord I pray

They know what is what But they don't know what is what What, what, what, what, what, what They just strut So keep calm, honey, I'ma stick around For more than a minute, get used to it Funny my name keeps comin' out your mouth 'Cause I stay winning Lay

Into me, you'll see You got me wide open, now I'm ready You broke me wide open, open sesame Is this intimacy? I built a wall so high, no one could reach A life of locks, I swallowed up the keys I was petrified, only knew how to hide They can't hurt me if

Hallelujah, I just love her so That's why I know, yes, I know Now, if I call her on the telephone And tell her that I'm all alone By the time I count from one to four I hear her on my door In the evening when the sun goes down When there is nobody else

(I'm gonna getcha) (Yeah, you can betcha) So, don't try to run, honey; love can be fun There's no need to be alone when you find that someone I'm gonna getcha; it's a matter of fact I'm gonna getcha, don'tcha worry 'bout that You can bet your bottom

Papa was a rollin' stone. Wherever he laid his head was his home. And when he died, all he left us was alone." It was the third of September; that day I'll always remember, 'Cause that was the day that my daddy died. I never got a chance to see him;

On a slow night True beautiful one What have you gone and done I can see all your moves are new Tell me what did that salesman do to you That catalog replaced The fine mind behind your face No human trio can compete When that three way mirror meets your

I have myself a silver blade The edges sharp, the handle bone A little thing of silver made Now it's the only thing I own Once I knew a lordling fine I heard him whistle as he rode And I was bold to call him mine The shoes upon his horse were gold One

Bad to the bone, yeah, the bone marrow All I give a fuck about is that dinero They say "You a fool boy, what’s wrong with Gerald?" I’m bad to the bone, yeah, the bone marrow The British are here The Bay is here, you know? Pull up in that Bruce Wayne

Tis the season to be givin' And I've got somethin' just for you Let's take a trip to my cabin We can celebrate A funky Christmas made for 2 (oh) That's all I want All I want for Christmas Is to be loved by someone like you