You know I don't trust nobody Said only I can touch your body You must be somebody, 'cause I don't trust nobody But if I touch your body, I might trust somebody, yeah I'm a tell you how I want it Baby, tell me how you need it Hope you're good at keeping

I'm a bad bad girl I'm a bad girlfriend I'm a, I'm a, I'm a I'm a, I'm a Girlfriend, yeah Girlfriend (but you already knew that) I do some shit you can't forgive You tell me your birthday I forgot again

Small talk, small talk Don't let them cry It's the way you sound The reason that you know yeah It's the way you get down I can tell you really are it Small talk how you doing there Small talk how you doing boy Small talk whatcha doing there

Security, yeah They tell me That you're the one for me How can I forget? Security, yeah yeah I want some security I want security, yeah Without it I'm at a great loss

They can't tell me nothing about no you Can't tell me nothing about how we do Crazy love, oh yeah They say love and insanity Are somewhat related Is truly the greatest Though sometimes we hate it

I'll see you again Where you gonna go Ooh ooh ooh I can't tell you that Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh yeah Some day in the sky we'll see the same sun on the rise yeah Wherever you go Far as Tokyo

It's making me sad Can't take just a picture of you It's making me mad That I can't get past You call me, oh, you call me all the time You tell me, oh baby, yeah, you're mine I like you, baby draw me all these smiles I like you, but it's just so, so many

I know I ain't perfect, but look I'm working I could make a melody like, "yeah, yeah" We just turning up, what you really want? They tryna tell us that we can't go back there Don't tell me you love me, show me the money Where I'm from, love can go bad,

Walk on, yeah, yeah Take a look around And tell me what you can see I guess that all depends on Exactly what you want it to be Don't know all the answers Everybody's running away, hey If you want to win the game Then you know it's a shame not to play

He gets up real early on his mornin' drive Down to the office for his nine to five He drives a '94, two-tone, economy car He loves to tell the local bands down at the bar that he's the critic Yeah, I can hook you up, I know everybody, in the business He