Well, I'm not talkin' bout locking down forever, baby. That would be too demanding. I'm just talkin' bout two lonely people who might reach a little understanding. I'm not talkin' bout knocking out heaven with whether we're wrong or we're right. I'm not

(Jay) Fuck that (This is it right here baby) You know what it is Yo, I used to have bad luck Now you might see me in a Jag truck Mad stuck, either with a dime or a bad duck Double-R T with the matchin' bandana 38-snub blue steel with no hammer And I see

Won't ya come my way I'm gonna make you miss me I'm gonna make you so mad I'm gonna make sure I'm the best you ever had (Make you mad, make you mad) No other like me, yeah baby you'll see I'll lock ya down and I'll throw out the key I'm gonna make you go

Hold me closer tiny dancer Count the headlights on the highway Lay me down in sheets of linen You had a busy day today Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the band Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man Ballerina, you must have seen

So baby when I get famous Everybody's gonna see You never really knew me There's diamonds hiding in my hands They're gonna cut through the windows Ain't no one messing with my plans Right now my star is in limbo Sit back and watch my scrawny frame

Drop down, look suh you know I need to know 'Cause you keep telling me your love ain't free, babe Said if you ride, baby, ride up Pull up from behind, baby, wine up And you and me, we can shine up So, baby, come make your mind up Baby, babe, I need you

It was the last day of summer It was the first of a new romance He walked into her on the corner She said, 'I don't dance' He said, 'Baby let me teach you' She said, 'O.K., when?' He said, 'How can I reach you baby I'd really like to see you again' He

Burnin' it down We're just hanging around Sippin' on some cold Jack Daniel's Jammin' to some old Alabama with you baby I'm just doing my thing You love it when I sing Say it makes you feel like an angel We about to get a little tangled up right about now

Sorry, won't turn back the clock Baby I took advantage 'cause I knew you Wouldn't believe it, so I used you I've tried to change but they always around, pulling me down in bed Gave you my word but they were just broken promises Broken condoms, lipstick

Harlem has those southern skies, They're in my baby's smile, I idolize my baby's eyes and Classy up-town style. If Harlem moved to China, I know of nothing finer, Than to stow away on a plane, some day and have them Drop me off in Harlem. Drop me off in