But this plane don't go there This plane can't take me back in time I could go anywhere But I can't go back to that night, if I could I would, I swear There's a moment I can see I close my eyes from this window seat It's you and me under a midnight sky

I don't mean it (I don't mean it) Now I might say you can walk And I might name call I may pull some silly stunts Now I may holler at you And I may tell you we're through May give you looks that can kill But it's not for real

You (ah ah ah ah ah ah) And I'll fly with you, I'll fly with you, I'll fly with you I just don't care what you've done in your life Baby, I'll always be here by your side Don't leave me waiting too long, please come by I, I, I, I still believe in your

You know I'm not in the clear You are not in the clear Don’t you go count me out now dear In the clear There are days I might not make it There are days I might start brakin’ When the rain starts coming down as heavy as the air You can find me dancing

In the club on free spinning G's (show out) Mocca humma twenty four's on these (show out) Akon got a crew so deep (show out) These bitches Cause you don't really want to see me (show out) Don't tempt me cause I'm close to the edge Cause you don't really

It's just a spark but it's enough to keep me going And when it's dark out and no one's around it keeps glowing Gonna let it happen, gonna let it happen I don't even know myself at all I thought I would be happy but now The more I try to push it I realize

Out for the night (Straight up) Out for the night (On God) Five foot five (Five), she my ride or die (Die) Never tell a lie (Lie), we like Bonnie and Clyde (Clyde) Lookin' at her thigh (Thigh), like, "Do it come with rice?" (Rice) She don't like

Here comes the weekend, Set off your sirens Set off your sirens. Here comes, comes the weekend Hear it calling like a siren Not lookin' for a fight, no High heels and cherry wine, not wasting any time We don’t look for trouble Just enough to, seein'

The dream is over God is a concept By which we measure I'll say it again I don't believe in magic I don't believe in I-Ching I don't believe in Bible I don't believe in tarot

Just a big a big a big a hunk o' love will do Baby, I ain't askin' much of you That's right Hey baby, I ain't askin' much of you No no no no no no no no Don't be a stingy little mama You're 'bout to starve me half to death Now you can spare a kiss or two