Too high or too low there ain't no in-betweens Darling I don't know why I go to extremes Darling I don't know why I got to extremes It's all or nothing at all And if I stand or I fall You can be sure when I'm gone I won't be out there too long Call me a

I know you don't work here anymore, I know you don't work here anymore I think I'd love to die alone But you don't work here anymore And they might fill your place A temporary stand-in for your face This happens all the time And I can't help but think

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

I'm in with the in crowd It feels nice, it feels nice Any time of the year, don't you hear I'm in the in crowd I go where the in crowd goes And I know what the in crowd knows Dressing fine, making time We breeze up and down the street We get respect from

If teardrops could be bottled There'd be swimming pools filled by models Told a tight dress is what makes you a whore If "I love you" was a promise Would you break it, if you're honest Tell the mirror what you know she's heard before I don't wanna be you

If the sea was whiskey and I was a diving duck With a matchbox on my clothes They don't make me drunk I'd dive to the bottom and I don't know if I'd come up Well, I'm just here wondering Yes, I'm just here wondering You know if things don't get no better

That could see into me No there's no one else's eyes No one else's arms can lift Lift me up so high Your love lifts me out of time And you know my heart by heart, whoa, whoa And you know my heart by heart Don't let go When your soul finds the soul it was

Just a little bit of your heart Just a little bit of your heart is all I want Just a little bit is all I'm asking for I don't ever ask you where you've been And I don't feel the need to Know who you're with I can't even think straight but I can tell You

Grey sky where I should see you Ask why, why it should be so I'll cry, say that I don't know April is a cruel time Even though the sun may shine And world looks in the shade as it slowly comes away Still falls the April rain And the valley's filled with

Give me a minute, I don't know what I'd say in it Beam me up, Let me be lighter, I'm tired of being a fighter,I think, A minute's enough, Could you beam me up, Just beam me up. There's a whole other conversation going on In a parallel universe