Tonight your ghost will ask my ghost I'm sick, you're tired, let's dance Where is the love? Break to love make lust I know it isn't Cold as numbers but let's dance As though it were easy for you to lead me I could be passive gracefully Half the horizon's

Motherless children have a hard time when mother is dead, lord. Nobody treats you like a mother will when your mother is dead, lord. Father will do the best he can when your mother is dead, lord. Sister will do the best she can when your mother is dead,

Hey, 'cause I need a best friend, uh Play the block like Tetris, uh Baby girl, it was worth it Yeah, I'm sorry to be selfish Will you be my best friend, girl? Yeah or nah? Yeah yeah Yeah, 'cause I need a best friend, uh Fifteen hundred on Jimmy Choos,

Boys will be boys Have some composure And where is your posture? You're pulling the trigger Pulling the trigger Give me envy, give me malice, give me your attention When I say shotgun, you say wedding

Frozen in time, always be mine Baby boy you’ll be young forever Don't say goodbye, look in my eyes So that I always will remember I’ll be over here, you’ll be over there I’ma shed a tear but I really don’t care Your silhouette in the doorway But before

Shame on you Seducing everyone Your diamond in the rough You don't have to tell me I know where you've been Shinning once again Will you do The thing you've always done

I will never let you down When you say you've had enough And you might just give it up When you feeling low on love I’ll be what you dreaming of 'Cause I’ve been sick and working all week And I’ve been doing just fine You’ve been tired of watching me

I will be there, I will be there If we'd go again All the way from the start I would try to change The things that killed our love To win back your love again Love, only love Your pride has built a wall, so strong That I can't get through

It's a miracle That time will come one day you'll see when we can all be friends That's a miracle It's a miracle we need, the miracle Every drop of rain that falls in Sahara Desert says it all All God's creations great and small, the Golden Gate and the

Good morning, America How are you? Say don't you know me? I'm your native son I'm the train they call the city of New Orleans I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done Riding on the city of New Orleans Illinois Central, Monday morning rail