Choose the highest bidder was my answer Schoolyard, junior high star Climb the wall to make the sun rise in time But the night had already begun The recess boys tried to buy the better girls Soft rock star when they told me I was up for sale Now here I

I'm I'm waitin' Baby, any time you're ready ready Even ten years from now If you haven't found somebody I promise, I'll be around Tell me when you're ready ready Baby, tell me when you're ready ready Don't know why I tried 'Cause ain't nobody like you

Na na na na When you're ready ready come and get it When you're ready ready When you're ready ready, ready I'm I'm not too shy to show I love you, I got no regrets. So baby whenever you're ready ready You ain't gotta worry, it's an open invitation I'll be sittin' right here, real

Cup full, yeah I'm I'm on Poured up, she ready ready Leave here, too on Tell me where I'm I'm headed Tree leaf, a little O You know I'm I'm faded Heart shape and I love that Come here, I'm I'm down with it

Runnin' I ain't running, I ain't running away Ready Ready to face all that's in front of me now, Runnin' I ain't running away 'Cause I'm I'm so tired of running I keep my head up, with my feet on the ground, From the bottom so up is the only place that I'm I'm going,

Oh, I put on my shoes and I'm I'm ready for the weekend You get a feeling, that's what you choose And I was told there was not a minute to lose So if you're waiting, jump out your skin To find a cure for whatever state your in We get a thrill from clapping

Hey look ma, I made it If it's a dream, don't wake me, don't wake me Are you ready ready for the sequel? Ain't you ready ready for the latest? In the garden of evil I'm I'm gonna be the greatest In a golden cathedral I'll be praying for the faithless And if you lose,

Shoot to thrill, play to kill I got my gun at the ready ready, gonna fire at will So don't you fool around I'm I'm gonna pull it, pull it, pull the trigger Too many women with too many pills 'Cause I shoot to thrill, and I'm I'm ready to kill All you women who want a

I got my clique ready ready ready ready for hand to hand combo Harms break em down rapper Noyd cut his throat Don swoop em up or Gotti stomp em out Each twin grab a arm pick this nigga up Knitty turn his face to me let me break him up I throw him up against the

I'm I'm so fancy Who that, who that, I-G-G-Y You already know I'm I'm in the fast lane From L.A. to Tokyo Can't you taste this gold Remember my name, 'bout to blow That do that, do that, I-G-G-Y