One magic moment and my heart seemed to know that love said hello Though not a word was spoken One look and I had found a world completely new When love walked in with you Love walked right in and drove the shadows away Love walked right in and brought

My love is at the window I know my love is strange though And when I said I feel low She told me through the window Well, I know I'm gonna look right through It's your love I'm gonna find When I'm down, yeah, I look right through

Do you hear me calling? Me no want no drama Ring, do you hear me calling? Not a fighter, a lover I just want you, my darling (Purps On The Beat) Breakaway, and make a way to make it Love the way you lookin' when you naked Treat your heart just like a

I never try to find you I hope you don't remember me But I hope you're not alone And I don't wanna know what you're thinking I'm looking out the window Ten years older than I was When I brought you down to see What I thought would make you fall in love

Oh again, and again Yeah I trip, when I look in your eyes Oh I'm hyp, hypnotised Whoa oh-oh oh Been rusting in rubble Running to a faint Need a brand new coat of paint I found myself in trouble Thinking 'bout what ain't

In my pink sunglasses Always makes the world look a little bit better You can try 'em anytime you need a change of the weather When I'm walking by, I wanna roll my eyes In my pink sunglasses, pink sunglasses My pink sunglasses I put 'em on whenever I sit

You got niggas and I got bitches I want you, to turn up on me Every night when I see you Better recognize when I see you I really want you, you, you Hit the club for you, you, you Even look like Lauren London too I be tripping, but this money ain't Hit

When I'm looking up at you I'll colour me blue Only seeing myself Anything it takes to make you stay I know you're seeing black and white So I'll paint you a clear blue sky Without you I am colour-blind It's raining every time I open my eyes

I concentrate on you. Whenever skies look gray to me And trouble begins to brew, Whenever the Winter winds become too strong, When fortune cries "Nay! Nay!" to me And people declare "You're through!", Whenever the blues become my only song, On your smile

Somethin' bout platinum irrefutably Only makes you blonder They just got taller Looks as good on records as it does on me What doesn't kill you My heels and my hotel My disposition permeates The room when I walk in the place