In and out of love with you I never loved someone The way that I love you I keep on fallin' I, I, I, I'm fallin' I'm fallin' In and out of love Sometimes I love ya

Hot love, you're making me crazy Hot love, you're making me bad REPEAT CHORUS Oh know, that girl, she's lookin' so fine I know she knows ,what she's doin' to my mind Ooh, does she know that I'm wanting her so Well, there's one thing I know, I can never

Hold my hand I'll be there girl, you know I care girl Girl you know I care So if you ever seem to lose your way, don't have no fear 'Cause this love that we share I will stay within ah de right direction, don't have no fear 'Cause I care Whoa oh whoa oh

This is a mean old world, try and live it by yourself. I've got the blues, gonna pack my things and go. Sometimes I wonder why can your love be so cold? Can't get the one you love, have to use somebody else. Guess you don't love me, babe, loving mister

Baby, I think of you When I'm all alone and it's half past two Bet you think about it too Like, like I do Ain't nobody love you like I do Ain't nobody love you like I do (like I do)

L-O-V-E was all for you If you didn't say your goodbyes Trying to figure out How this is real 'Cause they're never coming back down They belong to the stars in the clouds Goodbyes, good times Don't worry, love will bear it through 'Cause you're never

Without a dream in my heart Without a love of my own Blue moon you saw me standing alone Blue moon, you knew just what I was there for You heard me saying a prayer for Someone I really could care for And then there suddenly appeared before me The only

Gyal you a party animal (Báilalo, báilalo) Gyal wine up pon me body gyal Wine like its a carnival Gyal me love the way how you wine for me Gyal your wine is so emotional So wine up pon me body gyal Me want you come wine your waistline for me Baby you

Love for sale! Advertising young love for sale Who would like to pay the price for a trip to Paradise? Love for Sale! Who will buy? Who would like to sample my supply? Who would like to climb the stairs? Who would like to try my wares? Let the poets

That's all right. What you call me? You didn't! You don't wear continental clothes, or Stetson hats. Well I tell you one dog-gone thing. It makes me feel good to know one thing. I know I'm a lover. Matter of opinion. That's all right, Mama was. Papa too.