You don't know what you do to me So I won't sing along So I won't sing I've gone too far to come back from here But you don't have a clue Won't someone stop this song Someone stop this song Your lovesick melody Is gonna get the best of me tonight

They'll know you're trying to help 'em When you see them fall down But you pick 'em up You still let them touch the ground Don't worry, I swear Tryna stay light on my toes Just ran a light in a Rolls Told me I'm lookin' exhausted You hit it right on the

Stupid love is stupid Don't know why we always do it Finally found it just to lose it Always wind up looking stupid Plays you like a fiddle Shakes you like a rattle Takes away your gun

I don't want you back If you don't want to give me your heart Until I know it's real But I'm still gonna love forever And I don't want to let you back Until I know All along I knew that you were Holding your feelings back from me And why ma said I'd do

I was born, born to love you So don't lie I was born in the city all my friends are here Bust through the door said what's your name Looking for somebody and you match the shame Now don't lie You've seen me television and you know what's up The world's

You see a man's face But you will never know his thoughts Yeah yeah yeah ah But you don't see his heart Everywhere you go There's a man to say love Never neither never neither Take it to heart For your heart is your heart

I was walking round in Paris Near the (inaudible) Zanzibar Said the woman at the front door "Do you know the place you are? This place is from the fancy I don't think you fit the scene You're just an American Black boy I'm a French African Queen" And she

Nowhere like I do That your parents don't They don't care like I do And all the things that I know The way that I do I guess there's certain dreams that you gotta keep 'Cause they'll only know what you let 'em see All the things that I know There's

Everybody knows I'm here Well, you know I'm the hoochie-coochie man Everybody knows I'm here Don't you know I'm here The gypsy woman told my mother Before I was born I got a boy-child's comin' He's gonna be a son-of-a-gun He's gonna make pretty women's

Do you know you're beautiful You are, yes, you are, yes, you are And still you don't feel Yes, you are If you can depend On certainty Count it out and weigh it up again You can be sure You've reached the end