I know that it breaks your heart when I cry again Baby, you do it so well You been so understanding, you been so good And I'm puttin' you through more than one ever should And I'm hating myself 'cause you don't want to Over him, mmh 'Stead of ghostin'

I heard every word you said And trying hard to understand Exactly what it is, you need, from me Baby I apologize I never meant to make you cry But there ain't no doubt, we can work it out yeah Cause I'm gonna be around Don't worry baby

Act nice, act nice and gentle to me Come on baby, hold my hand Come on baby, understand, you gotta You don't need no fancy clothes Where'd you get them, goodness knows? Just show some civility I don't need no luxuries, As long as you are understanding

Cause they disappear in the light Cause they look a lot like mine And listen to me, it's okay to be afraid Just walk like you're never alone Baby, I don't I, I need you to understand I don't mind your shadows And I don't mind your shadows And I don't

Then you suffer Thirteen month old baby, broke the lookin' glass When you believe in things that you don't understand Very superstitious, writings on the wall Very superstitious, ladders bout' to fall Seven years of bad luck, the good things in your past

Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood Baby, you understand me now? If sometimes you see that I'm mad Don'tcha know that no one alive can always be an angel? When everything goes wrong, you see some bad But oh, I'm just a soul whose intentions are

I said baby Don't you want a man like me Yeah, here I stand before you With my heart in my hand I want you to greet it baby Hopin' that you'll understand Honey please don't dog me around Because I'd rather love you woman Honey than anyone else I know in

When you believe in things that you don't understand Then you suffer Very superstitious, writing on the wall Very superstitious, ladders bout' to fall Thirteen month old baby, broke the lookin' glass Seven years of bad luck, the good things in your past

When you believe in things that you don't understand Then you suffer Very superstitious, writing on the wall Very superstitious, ladders bout' to fall Thirteen month old baby, broke the lookin' glass Seven years of bad luck, the good things in your past

In the ghetto On a cold and gray Chicago mornin' And his mama cries As the snow flies A poor little baby child is born 'Cause if there's one thing that she don't need It's another hungry mouth to feed People, don't you understand The child needs a