If you ask me I'm ready I was wondering maybe Could I make you my baby If we do the unthinkable would it make us look crazy You give me a feeling that I never felt before Its becoming something that's impossible to ignore Or would it be so beautiful

Beautiful is your life I want to live in your love If age is a trap I wonder why I hold back Mistakes, mistake to make me laugh Only time can answer that I'm done, I'm giving up control

Oh, my beautiful summer How the winter makes me wonder Where you've gone And I'm left in this lonely town I hear you calling me, hear you calling me, yeah Everytime that I say goodbye Every night when I close my eyes I hear you calling me, hear you

You got me comin', under fire Oh yeah, I'm comin', under fire Is it any wonder, you got me comin' under fire? Comin' like thunder, you know you make me walk the wire Comin' like thunder You know you make me walk the wire Your kind of woman gotta heart of

It's late in the evening; she's wondering what clothes to wear She'll put on her make-up and brushes her long blonde hair And then she asks me, do I look all right? And I say, yes, you look wonderful tonight We go to a party and everyone turns to see

She's a bad mother funker She's a human sex machine She got the power to make you shake your rump Bad mother funker, y'all Release me from this funky spell you got me under I've even been called the eighth wonder of the world Tell 'em y'all I can funk

Keep on trying hard, don't take it slow You'll be breaking the walls, it'll make it glow You got this, you got this There's something wonderful There'll be ups and down, highs and lows In the darkest fire, you'll make it snow You got this, baby, you got

Mash it up now That's exactly what we gonna do Make it good You are so beautiful You are so wonderful And you can make your dreams Make them come true You get through everything And cast a laugh and sing

It's too late, she's gone. She's gone, yes she's gone. And I wonder does she know When she left me, it hurt me so. I need your love babe, please don't make me wait. Tell me it's not too late. It's too late, my baby's gone. Wish I had told her she was my

Happy birthday Happy birthday to you You know it doesn't make much sense There ought to be a law against Anyone who takes offense At a day in your celebration 'Cause we all know in our minds That there ought to be a time That we can set aside To show