I'm never gonna dance again Guilty feet have got no rhythm Though it's easy to pretend And waste this chance that I've been given So I'm never gonna dance again The way I danced with you I feel so unsure As I take your hand and lead you to the dance

Just how much love does it take I stand here ready to break Tell me, tell me How much love does it take How do I know when to leave you alone When to beg you to stay I want to know To get to you How do I know if I give you too much How can I tell you

I don't give a flying fuck, motherfucker I don't give a flying When you look at me, what do you see Another trophy like a fuckin' dead beat Close your eyes, take a step inside Insanity and abnormality It's not what you call reality But you will always

Mister Magic, take a token Mister Magic, of my love Mister Magic, I see you through the smoke Mister Magic Every day I see you My hands were made for you And you always give me stress free point of view Pick you up after school Without you I'm misery

This time it's my way, ah, my way This is not a love song This is not a sing along But ladies, are you with me? I know that you're with me Add a little sugar, they say Be a little sweeter, they say Gotta give and take, but I say Be a little proper, they

God and guns Was founded on Keep us strong That's what this country, lord Well we might as well give up and run, If we let 'm take our God and guns! Don't let 'em take Last night I heard this politician

But when it comes to loving, He'd better leave me alone, 'Cause I've got you baby, And you give me all the love I need, Yes you give me all the love I need All that I want is someone to take care of me, I'm not asking for love, Just a little sympathy.

Just too far away Gold shimmering sand is making me thinking of her Thinking of her But I am at Half Moon Bay It's just too far away Just too far away, yeah And all along the way she gives me love Gotta take care of her now, care of her now And our place

For givers, no takers An angel who never got wings You find Jesus and it's too late He's already closed the front gate And the sign's flashing no vacancy Love letters on wet paper You've broken my heart for the last time You promised the truth, and you

I'm in a New York state of mind. Out of touch with the rhythym and blues But now I need a little give and take The New York Times, the Daily News. It comes down to reality, and it's fine with me cause I've let it slide. I don't care if it's Chinatown or