The clock has ticked eleven and the place is clear Reality is kicking in and so is my beer I don't make excuses when it's all my fault If a heart is made of money he's cleaned out my vault I feel a little wounded and it isn't fair To sit inside a parlour

I'm-a, I'm-a a diva I'm-a, I'm-a a diva (hey) Na, na, na, diva is a female version of a hustler Of a hustler Of a, of a hustler I'm-a, I'm-a This is a stick up, stick up I need them bags of that money I'm-a a diva (hey)

Well I don't really care what people say I don't really watch what dem waan to do Still I got to stick to my girls like glue And I mon nah play number two All I know the time it is gettin' dread Need a lot of trees up in my head Got a little damsel in my

Yeah, I'll stick with hell no's and headphones To find them, themselves another round But I'll be here in this stranger's room Don't want another drink No, I don't care 'bout what you think But I'll stick with hell no's and headphones 'Cause all of my

Tell 'em to take out their tongues It's not you it's them that are wrong And doing what they're told You push my faith near being lost But we'll stick to the guns Don't care if it's marketing suicide We won't crack or compromise Your derisory divides

You're just a fool Just a fool To believe you can change the world Don't listen to them when they say Or do you tell yourself Love is alive What'cha gonna do with the thirty six cents Sticky with coke on your floorboard When a woman on the street is

She knows how to work them cut off things She knows how to get me to do about anything How to bat those eyes, swing them hips, how to rock that cherry red lipstick She knows I can't say no It's seven a.m. baby Trying to catch up on a little sleep Its way

Run 'em through your hair And we can get to rockin' There you are and baby, here I am But I need something to do with my hands So maybe I should stick 'em in your pockets And I need something to do with my hands I need something to do with my hands Well

Hang on to your love. In Heaven's name why are you walking away? In Heaven's name why do you play these games? Got to stick together, hand in glove. Hold on tight, don't fight. You got to hold on longer if you want you love to grow. When you find your

I like it, like it Come on, come on, come on 'Cause I may be bad, but I’m perfectly good at it Sex in the air, I don’t care, I love the smell of it Sticks and stones may break my bones But chains and whips excite me S, S, S and Na na na, come on, come