Take it off, pretty baby Take it off, give it to me Take it off, like you'd do me Take it off, drive me crazy You know you make me so hot, I wanna see what you got I wanna see what's inside, 'cause you got nothin' to hide Well my mind is gettin' dirty

Well how could we have known? I'll tell them it's not so hard to tell, no, no, no If you keep adding stones It's enough to make me cry Soon the water will be lost in the well That don't seem like it would make it feel better Instead they'll say There's

It won't make me love you any less If you're hoping we'll be home Don't be afraid to ask for help Don't hide behind me You're strong enough to face the fall Woah, it won't make me love you any less Sunlight is too much for you to bear It's high time you

Oh babe I know what you like And I would make love to you forever and ever Into the night (forever and ever we'll make love into the night) Baby I can come by And pick you up We'll make love into the night, It's never enough That's you (that's you)

We made it, made it, made it before, I know that we can make it again I want you enough to keep my life untangled If we're clever, we'll put it together, 'cause it may be forever Bad time for love - you caught me on your birthday I could feel your heart

I know we can make it, I know that we can I know damn well that we can work it out Keep it gangsta y'all, Keep it gangsta (all my life) Can I get 24 more hours (can I get get) Without dealin' with these killers and these cowards (can I can can) I don't

Girl, you're gonna hurt somebody Make somebody bleed Yeah, you're gonna hurt somebody God, I hope it's me And God, I hope it's me Well, you ain't that old but you ain't that young You've lived a life but you ain't quite done All eyes on you everywhere

And I think I'll blow my brains Think happy thoughts Well let's go back to The middle of the day That starts it all. I can't begin to let You know just what I'm feeling. And now these red ones make me fly And the blue ones help me fall

Lord, take me and mine before that comes And, Lord, I can't make any changes All I can do is write 'em in a song 'Cause I can see the concrete slowly creepin' Yes but I can see the concrete slowly creepin' Well, this life that I've live has took me

What you call me? (tramp!) No you didn't! (you don't wear continental clothes, or Stetson hats) Well, I tell you one doggone thing It makes me feel good to know one thing, I know I am a lover (Matter of opinion) that's all right, mama was, papa too And