Has only got so long Even the sweetest plum Maybe we're overgrown Maybe our time has come Baby, we're barely holding on (Got so long) You can't change what the seasons bring The sweetest plum Watching you sleep

Johnny come lately, the new kid in town. There's a new kid in town. I don't want to hear it. There's a new kid in town. There's talk on the street; it sounds so familiar. Great expectations, everybody's watching you. People you meet, they all seem to

But we don't care People are watching! The way I am touching your body 'Cause we don't care See you droppin' and poppin' Makes me want to keep grinding But we don't care (oh-ooh) See I bet you're nasty When you're on the dance floor

You really know how to make me cry When you gimme those ocean eyes I've never fallen from quite this high Falling into your ocean eyes Those ocean eyes I've been watching you For some time

So sing to me Won't you sing me your sweet lullaby? Will you hold me? 'Cause all I need is somebody near me When my heart gets weak Somebody out there watching over me When I'm so tired, I can't even sleep Just the sound of your voice is the thing that I

I fell in love in the back of a cop car But there was somethin' bout the way The blue lights were shinin' Bringing out the freedom in your eyes I was too busy watching you Going wild child To be worried about going to jail You were thinking that Running

Way up on Bear Creek, watching the sun go down Well, it makes me feel like I'm on my last go 'round If you stay up on Bear Creek, you'll get like Jesse James I'm going high, high, up on some lonesome hill Well, the water up on Bear Creek, tastes like

'Tis far better to part, though it's hard to Hush mavourneen, the police are watching So good night and God guard you forever And write to me once you get by Oh Kitty, My Darling, remember That the doom will be mine if I stay Than to rot in their prison

Watching you turn, you turn You turn, you turn the heat on You turn every little bit of me on A little drawl when you talk, little wiggle in your walk The way you moving it, yeah you got me losing it You've got, you've got me feeling four sheets To the

Library pictures of the quickening canoe The first of it's kind to get to the moon Draw some ellipses to chase you round the room Through curly straws and metaphors and goo Been watching all the neon blossom, flickering You look as if you've all