Good morning little schoolgirl, can I come home with I want to put a tiger, baby Come on now pretty baby, I just can't help myself You're so young and pretty, I don't need nobody else Can't you hear me crying Hey, I'm a schoolboy too I want to be your

Lipstick letters across the mirror this morning Said, "goodbye, baby." You left with no warning Like a thief in the night, you ran away with my heart I can't believe my eyes, must be a bad dream You always said we had a good thing You never once let on

Infatuation Oh no not again It hurts so good I don't understand Maybe this woman's just all I need Early in the morning I can't sleep I can't work and I can't eat I've been drunk all day, can't concentrate Maybe I'm making a big mistake

I'm so good that I'm so bad I guarantee I'll be the greatest thing you ever had Cause you ain't never met nobody like me And you ain't gonna wanna fuck nobody else again Dynamite, dynamite, dynamite, so! I can hold you in the morning But in the evening I

Two's up, two's down You stub it out before I finish On my arm and I scream out “wow!” Nicotine, can’t quit it How's business this morning? Pretty good Shoot the messenger, string 'em up She’s a 10 plus 10, not enough Mixed messages, wires crossed

It won’t be long now! Good morning! I’m runnin’ to make it home The elevated train by my window Doesn’t faze me anymore The rattling screams don’t disrupt my dreams It’s a lullaby, in its way The elevated train drives everyone insane

Haters gon' say it's fake If you know what's good And they ain't leavin' till six in the morning (six in the morning) (If you know what's good) (If you know what's good) come on And no, this ain't the clean version Your friends, my friends All my haters

Good mornin' 'lil school girl, Tell your mother and your father, I'm gettin' me an airplane, can I go home, can I go home with you? I'm a little school boy too Woke up this mornin', woke up this mornin', I didn't know what to, I didn't know what to do

Good day to you Fat balloon man May you always have air You sing a song everybody can believe Uncle tom cat Out to trick the whole world You carry a tune for nobody but yourself Bonjour a toi Herr policeman

Whoah, something bad Got a real good feeling something bad about to happen Got a real good feelin’ something bad about to happen Stand on the box, stomp your feet, start clapping Wake up in the morning’ don’t know what happened Drinks keep coming, throw