Oh no, I just can't understand How come you want a change of plans? Oh, oh, bad da, oh, oh bad da, oh bad da What did I do to break your heart? Tell me the story from the start Play it cool, oh yeah, come on baby Come on and tell me why you wanna say

Yeah, hey, what's up girl? Angel eyes, long hair, I see you cryin', what's wrong there "He did what? He fucked who?", we know the story, what's new? See I could probably rush you, tell you that he shoulda loved you Take advantage, fuck you, tell you I'll

When I pick up on that smell Pick it up and run like hell Little woman save me some Better get up on your run So much more than Charlie's wakin' me To my core and Charlie's shakin' me And tell my story

That's the beauty of a secret You know you're supposed to keep it But I don't have to fucking tell you anything, anything We wrote a story in the fog on the windows that night They think I'm insane, they think my lover is strange But I don't have to

Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah Little bitty pretty one Come on and talk-a to me A-lovey dovey dovey one Come sit down on my knee Tell you a story Happened long time ago A-little bitty pretty one

Hey, you're watching One Umbrella TV Pull up right here Fuckers tried to front on me earlier Pull up, pull up Yo come here cousin! Wagwan Look, first off he was tellin' pussy niggas, story up I was trappin' out in Brampton, whole high school year,

I was just telling that I got this girl before And we was together since 3 years And uh, I was not even cheating on her or what And Facebook arrived and she wanted me to accept her on Facebook And I don't want it because I was like in front of her And

Wishing I could go back You're more than just a notch in my belt A story to tell The only thing on my mind And it's keeping me up at night And it's keeping me up Another night, another stranger's door Hoping when it opens I'll see you

Now this is who we are I'll never know the answers And I'll always wonder why I am no one You are faithful when we are not I am no one's hero For we are not the giant men That some may think So I'd like to tell this story the way it is meant to be

Leave me be A snowy owl above the haunted waters Poet of ancient gods Cries to tell the never ending story Prophecy of becoming floods An aura of mystery surrounds her The lady in brightest white Soon the incarnate shall be born The Creator of the Night