I can't walk out Because I love you too much, baby Don't you know I'm caught in a trap We're caught in a trap Why can't you see What you're doing to me When you don't believe a word I say? We can't go on together With suspicious minds (suspicious minds)

I need a little bit more Don't promise me tonight without tomorrow, too You gotta know what it's like Don't say you miss me when you don't call Don't say you love me unless you do I know you been here before I've been waiting, I've been patient But I

Got my mojo working Got my mojo working, but it just won't work on you I'm going down to Louisiana to get me a mojo hand I got a gypsy woman giving me advice I wanna love you so bad till I don't know what to do I'm gonna have all you women right here at

Yeah when that summer sun starts to beatin' down And you don't know what to do Inflatable pool full of dad's hot air I was three years old Splashin' everywhere And so began my love affair With all my friends

I only want to be with you 'Cause you started something Oh can't you see Ever since we met you've had a hold on me It happens to be true I don't know what it is that makes me love you so I only know I never want to let you go It doesn't matter where you

What's love but just some illusion we believe What's love but just some confusion we don't need Sittin' here It's closing time You've got your troubles and I bet they're just like mine Somebody told you goodbye But I know a way that can't go wrong Nobody

I don't know what love is I swear I've seen an angel A paradise in blue Every color I choose But I don't know what love is But I think it might be you If I can't have you here I think that it's just fear I don't know the tempo

When it was good it was bittersweet honey You made me sad 'til I loved the shade of blue I know you don't want to talk to me So this is what I will do Maybe you're listening So here's one last song for you I'm sending a message to you And I'm hoping that

What up kid? I know shit is rough doing your bid When the cops came you should of slid to my crib Fuck it black, no time for looking back it's done Plus congratulations you know you got a son I heard he looks like you, why don't your lady write you? Told

What you call me? (tramp!) No you didn't! (you don't wear continental clothes, or Stetson hats) Well, I tell you one doggone thing It makes me feel good to know one thing, I know I am a lover (Matter of opinion) that's all right, mama was, papa too And