You never call me when you're sober Pour me one more, then another Keep me love drunk When I'm, when I'm, with you, with you Come on, tell me do you want me Do you need me like drugs need money Tell me once more who's your love for? Clearly I'm not

If you need me, wanna see me Sorry there's no way out (sorry) Call my friends and tell them that I love them And I'll miss them Take me to the rooftop I wanna see the world when I stop breathing, turning blue Tell me love is endless, don't be so

I got my head on a swivel I got my head on a swivel, swivel I can send a missile Eyes peeled when I wiggle This is not a starter pistol (No, no) I got my head on a swivel, swivel (Yeah) If you need me just whistle Call a few plays then break the huddle

And yes I'm holdin' you, holdin' you, holdin' you Left you in all black But dear old Nicki Please call back You told me you'd come when I needed you But I'm standing here calling I cant see you But I am holding you, holding you, holding you to that Oh

When you blow at high dough Well, sometimes the faster it gets The less you need to know But you gotta remember The smarter it gets The further its gonna go They shot a movie once, in my hometown Everybody was in it, from miles around Out at the

Won't you call 773, 779 love, oh Sexy I should get to know Been thinking lately girl we can get more physical Those pantie drawers is all I need Falling off of your body Okay girl I'm not him put it down, down And when the light's low Twist off a couple

But you gotta be there for me too I'll be there for you I'll be loud for you But I can't do this alone Sometimes I just need a light If I call you on the phone Need you on the other side So when your tears roll down your pillow like a river When you're

We all need somebody to lean on When you're not strong And I'll be your friend Thank you for being a friend How many of us have them? Ones you can depend on You just call on me brother

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

When the sun goes down You’re gonna need a flashlight You’re gonna need a candle I think I can manage that When you leave town I’m gonna buy you a calling card ‘Cause I’m falling hard for you I go back on Labor Day And I will try to make my way