I'm Carrie not-the-kind-of-girl-you'd-marry Are you sure you want to hear more What if I ain't worth the while Not the style you'd be looking for If I'm sweet tonight Things look different in the morning light I'm jealous and I'm proud If you hurt my

You can't forget about me While you weren't lookin' I was gettin' even higher Say what you want about me Your words are gasoline on my fire You can hate me, underestimate me Do what you do cause what you do don't phase me Just when you think I'm at the

Please forgive me Love is a game we play If you love me I'm right here Come back here Go, go (from this point on it's up to you) Then don't leave me Yeah, empty rooms Looking at a photo with a kiss and a come home soon

The rhythm of love Let us find together Is what I've got for you The beat we're looking for Keeps me dancing on the road Got the groove that hits the bone Is the game I'm looking for Is the heartbeat of my soul Let's spend the night together

Ask me no questions, I will tell you no lies We're looking for angels in the darkest of skies I'm not asking for a miracle If you feel it could you let me know? I'm not asking for a miracle (I'm not asking for a miracle) And I need you to know I'm not

Look around, look around at how lucky we are to be alive right now In the greatest city in the world I’m lookin’ for a mind at work, work, work So men say that I’m intense or I’m insane So listen to my declaration History is happening in Manhattan and we

Beacon don't fly too high Kestrels breed, Looking further than I can see Without tact to read, She'd take a shine to me A lesson lost again Wanton borrowed gun For all your time, Playful crime in rain

Baby, why'd you leave me, why'd you have to go I was counting on forever, now I'll never know It's like I'm looking from a distance, Standing in the background Everybody's saying, he's not coming home now, This can't be happening to me This is just a

Baby don't worry about it I'mma beeee right here, waitin on you I'mma be right here, waitin on you I'll be waiting on you (I'll) Can't wait 'til we make real love Because these conjugal visits just ain't enough I'm really looking forward to a future for

And it's your face I'm looking for on every street There's gotta be a record of you someplace You gotta be on somebody's books The lowdown, a picture of your face Your injured looks The sacred and profane The pleasure and the pain Somewhere your