There is no life I know To compare with pure imagination Living there, you'll be free If you truly wish to be Come with me and you'll be In a world of pure imagination Take a look and you'll see Into your imagination

Dude looks like a lady (Baby let me follow you down) Cruised into a bar on the shore Her picture graced the grime on the door She's a long lost love at first bite Baby, maybe you're wrong But you know it's all right, that's right Back stage we're having

Baby, thinking of you keeps me up all night You drive me crazy, I just can't sleep I'm so excited, I'm in too deep Whoa oh oh, crazy, but it feels alright Baby, I'm so into you You got that something, what can I do? Baby, you spin me around, oh

Lately I seem to walk as though I had wings Bump into things like someone in love Each time I look at you I'm limp as a glove Lately, I find myself out gazing at stars Hearing guitars like someone in love Sometimes the things I do astound me Mostly

I put my heart into your hands You're not hard to reach That I've ever known Oh, you are my everything Feeling like I'm breathing my last breath Feeling like I'm walking my last steps Look at all of these tears I've wept Look at all the promises that

(You got the vocab) I got the vocab (On the real got the vocab) You know we got the vocab (All my peeps got the vocab) Yeah, we got the vocab Yo, this is the Fugees About to take you on a journey Into the dimensions of the Booka basement The basement,

Yeah I, I've seen those girls I think they look pretty cool But, you know, one thing I, I ya know That whole attitude about, ya know Dressing in the baggy clothes It's, I dunno I, I'm not into that I think it's kinda, kinda lame, ya know But, ah, maybe

I can’t deny, I’d die without this Make me feel like a god I’m addicted to this I must confess Shove your kiss straight through my chest Music, love and sex (Adrenalize me) I crave excess Turning wine into sweat dripping down my neck

I said get up! I say get up! I have the savoir faire I'm the reason everybody here I make it hot, I make it hot in here Your feet hurtin' I really care I want to see you, I want to see you move And get all into the groove I'm getting money man I really

If you don't cut open the stomach The corpse will rise and float The victim is discovered dead Rotting organs bloat The killer chops the body With a scalpel and an ax The parts are then drained And put into the sacks The basement incinerator