So I don't buy green bananas If it rains, I'm gonna get wet And I don't own an umbrella Cause I don't plan that far ahead And I don't buy green bananas This old boat kept us afloat All those years on the lake I remember that day I heard my best friend

Wanna feel what's in your heart pressed against your lips Set this room on fire with a long wet kiss Wanna take you in my arms wrap you in romance Wanna midnight slow dance I've been watchin' you for hours You've been lookin' my way too Maybe I'll just

Hot like the sun, wet like the rain.

I am the one, don't weigh a ton Don't need a gun to get respect up on the street Under the sun, the bastard son Will pop the Glock to feed himself and family By any means, your enemies, my enemies We wet them up like a canteen The yellow tape surrounds

It's only natural Don't you wanna come with me? Don't you wanna feel my bones on your bones? Don't you wanna feel my skin on your skin? And on the cold, wet dirt I cry Don't you wanna swim with me? (Come with me) We took a back road; we're gonna look at

Tie her to the bed and let a minute get ahead So I can get a better look and let her settle in the thought of it- And of course she really wants it I can see her dripping wet and Who the fuck are you? Who the fuck do you think you are?! You betrayed me

We were too damn young to know any better Every time my feet are danglin' in the water I can't help but think about her Lyin' there with her wet hair Didn't know what we were doin' but we didn't care That old wooden dock was warm on our backs A t-shirt

Don't have nothing for you Wouldn't it be fun Teacher said The Preacher said Wet your bed Afraid to grade Cross says floss Sun felt numb

For givers, no takers An angel who never got wings You find Jesus and it's too late He's already closed the front gate And the sign's flashing no vacancy Love letters on wet paper You've broken my heart for the last time You promised the truth, and you

Angel angel of Harlem It was a cold and wet December day When we touched the ground at JFK Snow was melting on the ground On BLS I heard the sound Of an angel New York, like a Christmas tree Tonight this city belongs to me