Na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na And the games people play Talkin' about you and me, yeah Oh, the games people play now Every night and every day now Never meanin' what they say, yeah Oh, talkin' about you and me, yeah Whoa-oh, oh Whoa-oh, oh, oh

Baby, thinking of you keeps me up all night You drive me crazy, I just can't sleep I'm so excited, I'm in too deep Whoa oh oh, crazy, but it feels alright Baby, I'm so into you You got that something, what can I do? Baby, you spin me around, oh

Like baby, baby, baby no Baby, baby, baby oh Like baby, baby, baby oh I thought you'd always be mine (mine) Like baby, baby, baby ooh I thought you'd always be mine Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah (now I'm all gone) Ooh whoa, ooh whoa, ooh whoa

I want it all, I want it all With eternal love, the stars above All there is and ever was A blade of grass, a grain of sand The moonlit sea, to hold your hand Baby, there's no better time No better time, baby, we can't find Oh-whoa-whoa, oh-whoa-whoa We

When it comes to cutting ties, girl, I'm like a pro, whoa, whoa I tell you what you wanna know, oh, whoa You're prolly better on your own, oh, no Runnin' through my weed, yeah One, two, been thinking long and hard this morning Three, four, it's hard to

(Whoa-a oh oh oh) Where we're gonna go I don't care what nobody says We're gonna have a baby She's buckled up on navy She don't care what her momma says No she gonna have my baby People call us renegades We like takin' on the town

The Jean Genie loves chimney stacks He's outrageous, he screams and he bawls (Jean Genie) Jean Genie, let yourself go, whoah The Jean Genie lives on his back Poor little Greenie, ooh-ooh A small Jean Genie snuck off to the city Strung out on lasers and

All, all we, all, all, always never tell her It's the same old story in this tug of war We go back and forth, we go back and forth But it ain't good for me, what we do this for? We go back and forth, walk through this road Oh, whoa (we go back and forth,

(Chicka) No! Ladies in the club like Whoa! (Whoa) Turn a nigga down like Oh! (no!) We open up they mind like yo (yo) Cause, you can't touch me T-M-Royce 5

Whoa oh oh oh oh We get real low, we get real high It ain’t all good baby but it’s all right This is real life in the real world We ain’t talking to no models We got real girls Well I grew up in a real town Where the prom queen had a plastic crown