(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

I'm a Brooklyn baby He plays guitar while I sing Lou Reed I've got feathers in my hair They say I'm too young to love you Well, my boyfriend's in the band I get down to Beat poetry And my jazz collection's rare I can play most anything

My endless love You know I don't mind My love, there's only you in my life The only thing that's bright My first love, You're every breath that I take You're every step I make And I, I want to share All my love with you

The seven things I hate about you I wanna be with the one I know You make me love you You're vain, your games, you're insecure You love me, you like her You made me laugh, you made me cry, I don't know which side to buy Your friends, they're jerks, and

'Cause I'm feelin' way too damn good 'Cause something's gotta go wrong Feelin' way too damn good And it's like Every time I turn around I fall in love and find my heart face down And where it lands is when it should This time it's like The two of us

Be with you all night Just let me fall asleep Just let me fall asleep So let me go up there I can be fresh air Stay with you all night Just let me love you Just for a while or two Just let me be here

Oh, oh, oh, oh Too late, too late, too late But it's too late, too late, too late Too late for love Somewhere in the distance I hear the bells ring Darkness settles on the town as the children start to sing And the lady 'cross the street she shuts out

I swear there's way too many, tryna fall for one The ones that you bring home to momma (these girls) And the ones who love all of the drama (these girls) But I can't help it, I just wanna love all Ooh, I want 'em all (these girls) (These girls) the

Do you remember? We never talked about it But I hear the blame was mine I'd call you up to say I'm sorry But I wouldn't want to waste your time Cause I love you, but I can't take any more There's a look I can't describe in your eyes If we could try, like

She keeps me up (I keep you up) All night (All night) Funky little monkey, she's a twisted trickster Everybody wants to be the sister's mister Coca-Cola roller-coaster Love her even though I'm not supposed to. I never wanna have to slow down Got to be a