Let's fall to pieces together Pardon me, you left your tears on the jukebox And I'm afraid they got mixed up with mine I don't mean to pry, it's just that I Noticed you goin' out of your mind It looks like were two of a kind Why should we both fall apart

This time has gotta be our last time Here we are again going in this cheap place What if was seen by a friend and they recognize our face We both know that it's wrong we both should be at home I know that you want me just as much as I want you You've got

Everybody look what's going down Stop, what's that sound? I think it's time we stop, hey, what's that sound? There's something happening here What it is ain't exactly clear There's a man with a gun over there Telling me I got to beware I think it's time

'Til I can be the man You gotta have faith in, faith in, faith in me (faith in me) 'Til I can be the man I said I'd be We're bound by this For reasons I can not define We're going through changes, changes, changes, yeah (changes) With hard times I'm sure

All things go, all things go I feel a minute, yeah we got it then it's gone While we keep waiting for a moment till it falls So can't nobody ever tell me that I'm wrong 'Cause I'ma ride I'm with you still the night is young We keep goin', we go, we go,

And the lights all went out in Massachusetts Feel I'm goin' back to Massachusetts Something's telling me I must go home The day I left her standing on her own Tried to hitch a ride to San Francisco Gotta do the things I wanna do They brought me back to

That's why New York's my home New York's my home, sweet home But it hasn't got There's a rumor going around That some of you good people Want to leave this town But you better consult me before you go 'Cause I've been in all these places

'Cause we got all night Why don't you stay Why don't we go there? Let's take a ride Out in the cold air I know the way, why don't you go there with me? And we're going nowhere I know you want, know you wanna take it slow Think about all the places we

Welcome to the frat house I'ma hold my own, yeah Bitches laying on the floor like it's a crack house I got a house full of bitches, niggas, it is going down Condoms, kegs, liquor, weed, pills I’ma hold my own, yeah Bitches laying on the floor like it’s a

We got it goin' on We'll be banging and singing just like the Rolling Stones We're gonna shake up your souls, we come to rattle your bones 'Cause we got it goin' on We got it goin' on (We got it goin' on) We got it, we got it, we got it goin' on