Rain, rain, rain Take away my darkest days Take this hand of sorrow Return me for I feel they're here to stay Divided soul Of a troubled man The final fight The final need to understand These tangled roots

Tell me if I'm right To help you fall asleep tonight Tell me if you need a loving hand Tell me if I know Tell me if I do Tell me how to fall in love the way you want me to Tell me if I'm wrong Or you could stay with me for now She's like cold coffee in

I'ma need to see your fucking hands at the concert Gossip gossip Niggas just stop it Profit profit, nigga I got it Everybody know I'm a motherfucking monster I'ma need to see your fucking hands at the And I'll-I'll let God decide-cide So I-I am headed

Nothing on the top but a bucket and a mop And an illustrated book about birds You see a lot up there but don't be scared Who needs action when you got words Many a hand has scaled the grand old face of the plateau Some belong to strangers, and some to

Girl, where do you think you're goin'? Goin', girl? Where do you think you're goin' Where do you think you're goin'? Take my hand, stay Joanne Heaven's not ready for you Every part of my aching heart Needs you more than the angels do If you could I know

Mother Superior jump the gun I need a fix 'cause I'm going down She's not a girl who misses much Do do do do do do, oh yeah She's well acquainted with the touch of the velvet hand like a lizard on a window pane. The man in the crowd with the

Girls, girls, girls Friday night and I need a fight My motorcycle and a switchblade knife Handful of grease in my hair feels right But what I need to get me tight are those Long legs and burgundy lips Dancin' down on the Sunset Strip Red lips, fingertips

What my heart needs is a woman's touch A tender hand to fix it up Its rough and ragged edges sure could use some love Lately I've been lookin' through the windows of my soul And I can see there's not much left to hold Just an empty space surrounded by

I put my own rock on my hand (woo) Fanning myself, I'm stanning myself I don't need a man I love me so much I put my hands on myself If I'm loving you, it's 'cause I can ('cause I can) I put my own rock on my hand If I'm loving you, it's 'cause I can I

What my heart needs is a woman's touch A tender hand to fix it up Its rough and ragged edges sure could use some love Lately I've been lookin' through the windows of my soul And I can see there's not much left to hold Just an empty space surrounded by