Oh, pretty woman Can't make you love me No matter what I do Sure's the rising sun Says all your cheap paint and powder Ain't gonna help you none 'Cause she's a pretty woman Right down to her bone So you might as well

All a nigga really need is a lil' bit Not a lot baby girl just a lil' bit We can head to the crib in a lil' bit I can show ya how I live in a lil' bit I want to unbutton your pants just a lil' bit Take 'em off and pull 'em down a lil' bit Get to kissin'

Walking the blues Man slow down We'll get there take your time don't walk so fast Stay on your roller I don't blame people Saying "rocking the blues" 'Cause man this is it Now I think I'll relax That's the way to relax

I came here for love I want you to reach out This is what we came here for, we came here for love For someone to hold me down I won't give it up, no I can see that you're watching me Come over, talk to me, need you to give me a sign You got that

And we can run, from the backdrop of these gears and scalpels At every hour goes the tick-tock bang of monitors as They stared us down when we met in the emergency room And in our beds, I could hear you breathe with help from cold machines Every hour, on

Keep moving your heels on the floor Let the bartender pour you up another round Tip the cover band, find another hand To dance and call him your rebound Another late night love, another last call crush With the neon shining down Girl, this time around,

Life pulled on like a limo under the highway after the prom Time ran down like a scoreboard on the last Hail Mary bomb My heart's still stuck at a stop light With you sittin' there next to me And the red light won't turn green Yeah, it won't turn green,

Every little thing With you and me have to be so political? Everything, every little thing Why did everything, every little thing I was tired of being put right down By myself for not being what you Thought you had found Pulled hard in two directions by

And I don't believe him, morning is mocking me I can't control you, I don't know you well These are the reasons I think that you're ill And birds were singing to calm us down He wants to die in a lake in Geneva The mountains can cover the shape of his

I won't look back Cause by the time that I do you'll be gone I won't have words By the time that I do you'll be gone I won't wake up To the sound of your feet Walking down the hall Like a soft heartbeat I won't wake up On a past so long On the things