I am that man You're trying to find You had in mind And I'll give you all my love 'Till you understand I won't give up 'Cause I know You put your heart up on a shelf I know it's hard to be by yourself

Hit the lights Let the music move you Lose yourself tonight Let the moment take you Lose control tonight It's a mad, mad world It's a perfect world When you go all the way

You lot, what? Don't stop, give it all you got The magnificent seven Don't stop, yeah You're frettin', you're sweatin' What have we got? Yeah, ooh Ring, ring, it's 7:00 A.M. Move yourself to go again Cold water in the face

Can we run away tonight And hide from tomorrows Take me, pull me all around Break me, I'm yours The glass is cracking tonight Shattering our fears away The silence in here fades And it's only your eyes that I see We die in this moment

Let you tell it What's mine is yours, what's yours is yours I play love like a sport Don't like what I saw This life without yours Despite I was lost Despite you got flaws Just let our love play its course All the signs I ignored

Say what, say what? You know what, you know what? It's all in the family. My dick is bigger than yours My band is bigger than yours Too bad I got your beans in my bag, stuck-up sucker, Korny Motherfucker', takin' over foes is the Limp pimp, need a Bizkit

It's fun to stay at the YMCA They have everything for you men to enjoy You can do what about you feel You can hang out with all the boys Young man, there's no need to feel down I said, young man, pick yourself off the ground I said, young man, 'cause

(X) Rearrange the whole game with my rugged sound (X) Won't even say your own name when I come around (X) Stay on top but remain from the underground (X) to the Z and we all in the family Yeah, ladies and gentleman Broadcasting live to you and yours It's

Oh, the good life, full of fun seems to be the ideal Mm, the good life lets you hide all the sadness you feel You won't really fall in love for you can't take the chance So please be honest with yourself, don't try to fake romance It's the good life to

Priscilla, Priscilla It's a difficult thing being Queen to the King How'd you get him to yourself? Between the whistle calls and Southern dolls He's always in high demand We turn around and the world's right there Woman to woman, I'm starting to see