Three Three times a lady And I love you! Thanks for the times times that you've given me The memories are all in mind And now that we've come To the end of our rainbow There's something I must say out loud! Your once, twice And I love you

I've been meaning to call you I, I am of you Phone rings once Phone rings twice Phone rings three three times You are always in view I love you, you know I do Yeah, it's perfect

So would you come back, would you come back to me So would you come back, you mean everything to me One, two, three, four Well, after all the times times we met, you said I never was your man And though I tried hard to forget, I never quite could understand

'Cause I'm trying real hard Baby it's so hard to do Baby it's so hard to be nice Three Three times a fool and I love you so Time wears on and I have to let you go But I'm trying real hard Baby it's so hard to choose It's so hard to be nice When you treat me

Hitchin' a ride (don't know where to go) One, two, three, four There's a drought at the fountain of youth My tongue is swelling up Troubled times times You know I cannot lie I'm off the wagon and I'm hitchin' a ride Hey mister, where you headed? Are you in a

We have mistaken I gave you what you need There’s chaos on the rise The sky is raining knives The toll that is taken on you and I This is a sign of the times times Another mountain to climb

Didn't mean to two-time ya, two-time ya Don't think it was three three times, can't be more than four times times You wet my eyes but I don't mind it I tell you lies but it's only sometimes You pick a fight and I'll define it I swear that I, I swear that I I only

No food on my table And no shoes to go on my feet Hard times times, hard times times Hard times times seem like a jealous thing My children cry for mercy They got no place to call your own If someone don't help me And I just can't be around three three months long No shoes on

I've changed the locks Keys cut, three three for the price of one Nothing's free but guaranteed for a lifetime's use And you can't have one You, you know the other two The brakes have worn so thin that you could hear I hear them screeching through the door

I'm goin' down to the Greyhound Station, gonna get a ticket to ride Gonna find that lady with two or three three kids and sit down by her side Ride 'til the sun comes up and down around me 'bout two or three three times Smokin' cigarettes in the last seat Tryin' to