I'm the number one fan He said please come to Boston For the springtime I'm stayin' here with some friends And they've got lots of room You can sell your paintings on the sidewalk By a cafe where I hope to be workin' soon Please come to Boston

You're the reason I'm alive Without you in my life I'd slowly wilt and die But with you by my side But with you in my life But without you, without you Without you without you A sailor lost at sea Without you woman

The bed, the floor, the kitchen Don't really matter as long as I get I'm tucked, all bottled inside You're a bad baby, you're making me sweat Like your birthday suit (suit) Had me so addicted from the start You give me vertigo, vertigo Vertigo, vertigo

I'm the number one fan He said please come to Boston For the springtime I'm stayin' here with some friends And they've got lots of room You can sell your paintings on the sidewalk By a cafe where I hope to be workin' soon Please come to Boston

La da dee doo La da dee me La da dee you There's only me There's only you When you are gone I think of you There is no better place than right by your side I had a little taste

I love all of you Hurt by the cold So hard and lonely too When you don't know yourself My friends are so depressed I feel the question Of your loneliness Confide, 'cause I'll be on your side You know I will, you know I will

Black treacle More like black treacle than tar Somebody told the stars you're not coming out tonight And so they found a place to hide Lately I've been seeing things Belly button piercings in the sky at night When we're side by side And I don't mean to

Let me tell you about hard work Dear Mr. President, How do you walk with your head held high? How do you sleep while the rest of us cry? How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye? Can you even look me in the eye? Come take a walk with

I only call you when it's half past five I only love it when you touch me, not feel me When I'm fucked up, that's the real me The only time that I'll be by your side When I'm fucked up, that's the real me, yeah The only time I'd ever call you mine When

Everyone wants to be a cowboy Grab your guns boy Forty-five by my side, do he live No the nigga dies Life will keep existing while I'm shitin' on the corners Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen You shot your bullet, but the bullet wwnt Desperado, do work for