I feel it coming, I feel it coming, babe I feel it coming, babe You've been scared of love and what it did to you You don't have to run, I know what you've been through Just a simple touch and it can set you free We don't have to rush when you're alone

Your love is for me, for me, for me, just for me Its just for me By the way, that I smile You drive me wild Your love is just for me, for me Its just for me, for me, for me I stepped out to say, That I love you more each day

With her every little move she's telling me I'm over you She's got the rhythm and I got the blues And she's got the rhythm and I got the blues And she's showing me how much I had to lose This old bar stools feeling higher As a started sinking lower The

What's it take to see? Never knowing where you belong Take a look around and tell me what you see I guess that all depend on exaclty what you want it to be Is your cup half-full? is your cup half-empty?>br> how can you get what you need in the land of

I wanna run to you (oooh) Won't you hold me in your arms And keep me safe from harm I want to run to you (oooh) But if I come to you (oooh) Tell me, will you stay or will you run away I know that when you look at me There's so much that you just don't

New York streets where killers'll walk like Pistol Pete And Pappy Mason, gave the young boys admiration Prince from Queens and Fritz from Harlem Street legends, the drugs kept the hood from starving Pushing cars, Nicky Barnes was the 70's But there's a

Within the one and only eye (we all stood cut free) Only loss fills my void A sacrifice And we will shatter you Within the one and only eye (Self-blinded to see through the veil) Willing the sea to cleanse my soul Of all that I've been To bring me free

When you finally get to the top Yeah you’re getting too close to me With all your negativity Just get lost So why you gotta interfere Just keep climbing that mountain, your dirty tricks You sure look pretty in your glass house You probably think you’re

I'm the number one fan He said please come to Boston For the springtime I'm stayin' here with some friends And they've got lots of room You can sell your paintings on the sidewalk By a cafe where I hope to be workin' soon Please come to Boston

Soiled, Soiled, Soiled Soiled, Soiled.. ... Of ordinary... Chemistry There is a suggestion there, that uh, manipulation of no Humal, compounds, brain-neuro transmitters And that sort of thing May in fact, open the door, to uh, untapped areas of Human