You're my favorite song I'd never wanna change a single note It's what I tried to say all along Words don't come easy without a melody I'm always thinking in terms of do-re-mi I should be hiking, swimming, laughing with you Instead I'm all out of tune

Where the elite always meet Down in New Orleans, the land of dreams Or just how much it really means The land of dreams where I can lose My Basin Street blues Now won't you come along with me To the Mississippi? We'll take a trip to the land of dreams

Against the run of the mill Different degrees So much style without substance So much stuff without style It's hard to recognize the real thing It comes along once in a while Like a rare and precious metal Beneath a ton of rock

F*** with me, you know I got it Sexy b**** I hope she 'bout it Come f*** with me, you know I got it "A little over a year ago I was in bondage, And now I'm back out here Reaping the blessings and getting the benefits that go along with, Everything that's

We gonna come together, we gonna celebrate We gonna gather 'round, like it's your birthday I don't wanna know, just what I'm gonna do I don't care where your going, I'm coming along with you It's in the way she often calls me out It's in the curve of

But just put those colors on, girl Come and paint the world with me tonight Come and play along with me tonight Trust me, I know life is scary You gotta learn to let go, put the past behind you Trust me, I know, the ghosts will try to find you I used to

Won't you come along with me To the Mississippi We'll take a boat to the land of dreams Steam down the river, down to New Orleans The band's there to meet us Old friends there to greet us Where all the proud and elite folks meet Heaven on earth, they

Sometimes I think Good as we are at gettin' it on How come we just can't get along? The way we love, it don't seem right The way we fuss, the way we fight I got a crazy idea, how 'bout maybe tonight We make up without a fight There's a tangled mess of

Lover come back to me When I remember every little thing You used to do Every road I walk along I walk along with you No wonder I am lonely The sky is blue The moon is new But love is old

You may not be an angel I'll string along, string along String along with you, dear 'Cause angels are so few But until the day that one comes along I'll string along with you I'm looking for an angel To sing my love song to And until the day that one