Can you please bring my bottles to my booth? (Where my bottles?) Me, I know just what to do to get 'em loose I pull up and my car ain't got no roof (Fuck with me) All these bitches say that I'm the truth (Fuck with me) I know just what to do to get 'em

The land of opportunity where everybody stay Welcome to LA The girls are pretty, sun will shine three-hundred-sixty days But I don't always feel that way, today I need some gray Yeah, uh, please protect my soul before they weather it away I just told

I'm the number one fan He said please come to Boston For the springtime I'm stayin' here with some friends And they've got lots of room You can sell your paintings on the sidewalk By a cafe where I hope to be workin' soon Please come to Boston

I'm the number one fan He said please come to Boston For the springtime I'm stayin' here with some friends And they've got lots of room You can sell your paintings on the sidewalk By a cafe where I hope to be workin' soon Please come to Boston

Tell me where you're hiding your voodoo doll 'Cause I can't control myself, I don't wanna stay, I wanna run away But I'm trapped under your spell. And it hurts in my head and my heart and my chest, Won't you please stop loving me to death? And I'm having

So little to say but so much time Despite my empty mouth the words are in my mind Please wear the face, the one where you smile Because you lighten up my heart when I start to cry Forgive me first love, but I'm tired I need to get away to feel again Try

Lucille, please, come back where you belong. I been good to you, baby, please, don't leave me alone. Lucille, won't you do your sister's will? Oh, Lucille, won't you do your sister's will? Well, you ran away and left, I love you still. Oh, Lucille,

Little girl, little girl You're just as sweet as you can be Won't you please ma'm tell me your name Where did you get your sugar from Won't you take me down on your daddy's farm The reason I ask you all these questions I just want to be your man If you

I'm the number one fan He said please come to Boston For the springtime I'm stayin' here with some friends And they've got lots of room You can sell your paintings on the sidewalk By a cafe where I hope to be workin' soon Please come to Boston

Who knows, who knows, who knows, who knows Jah provide all my wants and needs I just go where the trade winds blows Sending love to my friends and foes And I suppose I'm pleased To be chilling in the West Indies I got the sunshine rivers and trees Green