The day I die, the day I die Where will we be? I don't need you, I don't need you Besides I barely ever see you anymore And when I do it feels like you're only halfway there Young mothers love me even ghosts of Girlfriends call from Cleveland They will

Beauty and the Beast Tale as old as time Ever as before And ever just as sure Certain as the sun Song as old as rhyme True as it can be Barely even friends Then somebody bends