Thinking about you Thinking about you now Think about your touch, think about your kiss Feeling like a kid again, total utter bliss Total utter bliss Think about love, think about hate Think about gain fame, why I'm always late? Think about tonight, what

I'm moving on Yeah I'll be long gone I'm tired of sitting around and waiting I remember the first time I met you I thought my time had come I felt my time had come Instead of banging this drum I'm tired of thinking about you baby And I'll be long gone

I can't stop thinking 'bout you I can't get high, I can't get by, I can't get through I want you all 3 A.M. and my neighbors hate me Music blasting, shaking these walls This time Mary Jane won't save me I've been working later, I've been drinking

I was busy dreaming 'bout boys Head is spinning thinking 'bout boys I was busy thinking 'bout boys I want 'em all Didn't hit 'em back I'm sorry that I missed your party I wish I had a better excuse like Don't be mad, don't be mad at me (no, no, no, no)

All alone at the end of the evening and the bright lights have faded to blue I was thinkin' about a woman who might have loved me and I never knew You know I've always been a dreamer spent my life running round And it's so hard to change can't seem to

Sorry, I ain't sorry I ain't thinking 'bout you I ain't sorry, nigga, nah I ain't sorry Middle fingers up, put them hands high Wave it in his face, tell him, boy, bye No no, hell nah He trying to roll me up, I ain't picking up Headed to the club, I ain't

Champagne and wine Sittin' here thinking, about the times I roamed Different girls, that I have known Of all girls, that I have met You are the one girl that I can't forget, listen We had our time, now Good and bad, now I can't forget a man I sho' ain't

Oh again, and again Yeah I trip, when I look in your eyes Oh I'm hyp, hypnotised Whoa oh-oh oh Been rusting in rubble Running to a faint Need a brand new coat of paint I found myself in trouble Thinking 'bout what ain't

One day at a time Said I gotta let you go I gotta take it one day at a time I gotta let you go And I know, yes I know I try I try But I guess I gotta take it But it seems so impossible Still thinking about you baby

I'm thinking 'bout coming home, babe I'm thinking 'bout coming home I love you in the morning when the blood runs to your cheeks Babe, you are the first thing and the last thing that I'd see I was just a boy striking matches upon your heart I couldn't