All that has been, all that's to be No tomorrow, the demise of sanity Where have I gone, blacked out on my death ride Twisted and broken down, forever on the wrong side Twisted and broken down You've never known such fear, you've never shed such tears

That's what you get for waking up in Vegas Remember what you told me Don't be a baby Shut up and put your money where your mouth is Get up and shake the glitter off your clothes, now Give me some cash out, baby You gotta help me out It's all a blur last

Beautiful little fools That's what us girls are destined for Born to be adored We're all just born to be adored Where is the feminine race? Where are these so-called independent women? Who pick up their flaws And let the world in Where are these girls?

That's where you're wrong Make a wish that weighs a ton And no understanding where it goes And suddenly the sky is a scissor Sitting on the floor with a tambourine Crushing up a bundle of love Don't take it so personally That time has got it in for honey

When we're tangled up and can't resist When we feel that rush, that's where it is In a midnight talk, in a morning kiss When I'm in your arms, that's where it is That's where it is In the circles I've been running I've covered many miles And I could

This is for you (it's for you, it's for you, it's for you) This is for you (it's for you, it's for you) That's when you know love is worth it This is for the lovers holding hands in the car This is for the lovers, no matter where you are It ain't hard to

That's what you get for waking up in Vegas Remember what you told me Don't be a baby Shut up and put your money where your mouth is Get up and shake the glitter off your clothes, now Give me some cash out, baby You gotta help me out It's all a blur last

Make my day Get your booty on the floor tonight I don't want a place to stay Make my make, make my day While your feet are stompin' And the jam is pumpin' Pump it up a little more See cause that's where the party's at

He pulled a quickie on me No no no no no he didn't (So come on over) I'm T-Boz I got it like that Chilli's fly she's got it like that TLC and that's where it's at No no no no no he did not Left Eye's dope she's got it like that

We were born and raised in black and white The wind blows hard across the Texas planes Makes some people go insane While others quietly pray for rain That's where we came from Two boys playing in the burning sun One with books, one with guns Mama calls