Yeah, I get a kick out of you I get a kick every time I see you Standing there before me I get a kick though it's clear to me I get no kick in a plane Flying too high with some gal in the sky Is my idea of nothing to do I get no kick from champagne Mere

In this crazy world of choices I've only got a few Either you're coming with me, or I'm coming with you 'Cause I finally found, I finally found you Forget about your friends they don't care where we go If they do, we'll get lost in a crowd of people I've

Leaving the ground When I'm with you To hold them down Slip into your skin and spend the night And get out of mine Walking the streets in dark Where lamps are the sunshine for the trees Oh for the trees cause everybody needs somebody

Sitting out in the drive I’m getting used to you not being there At church on Sunday night I’m getting used to the radio playing Without you singing along It’s just a little hard on me But I’m getting used to that old truck of yours But I’ll never get

Hold on, hold on I'm coming, I'm coming Don't you ever be sad Lean on me in times of bad When the day comes and you're in doubt In a river of trouble about to drown Because I'm here I'm on my way your lover When you get cold

I don't want you on my mind all the time I believe that it shows a sign of weakness I don't want no lonely nights that gets me cryin' I found out I don't get nowhere with weakness Every dream about you I don't want all the time doin' up my mind I don't

Teach me how to unlearn a lesson Teach me how to forget, replace the character set Teach me how to forget, 'cause I ain't sorry just yet Get her out of here It was years ago Give her space, give her speed Give her anything she needs Give her weed, give

Find a plane ticket, come right now South Beach, when the sun go down Soft streets for the sunroof down, soft streets for the sunroof down There's Gucci this, Gucci that She used to wear the Baby Phat Got a budget on yo' ass though So she let me bust it

Well now he's back in the atmosphere One without a permanent scar and did you miss me while you were Looking for yourself out there Did you finally get the chance to dance Along in the light of day yeah Can you imagine no love, pride, deep-fried chicken

She screams with those eyes I have lived in a junkyard Where the weeds eat up the rain If you get anything there even out of place You know there's hell to pay And he said "you're as sick as you are lovely And in need of a hand" He tells me "you are