It ain't you No it ain't me That's not the way Love's supposed to be And it's just no good No it ain't right For you to be sitting all alone Crying every night You're down on your knees

Don't fear Your last step From the theatre of pain And the children will love Your singing From the sea The sea is calling The giant's lost And all round him Destructed for what They all knew what it meant

It's chain lightnin', too hot to fight Hot on the heels of a Saturday night Chain lightnin', out of control Straight to the heart and down to your soul Chain lightnin', heavens above Another day older, still searching for love Chain lightnin, too hot to

I’m so wavy, I’m so wavy, I’m so wavy, I’m so wavy When I wake up in the morning I roll up and count my money All my bitches love me, they gon’ answer for a real one Dollar $ign Mustard on the beat hoe I’m so wavy, I’m so wavy, all these bitches wanna

God only knows why we were born to burn He doesn't fucking love us The sons and daughters that you wished to forget A desperate picture of God's regret Are we perfect mistakes? Or almighty fuck ups? One thing's for sure, he doesn't fucking love us

When the pressure's building for a great white hope And the pressure's building 'til it takes you whole Can you go back on your own word? See the way we all run When we know it all off by heart Do you give up things you love? Why don't you tell me What

You can't mix angels and alcohol You can't blend whiskey with a good woman's love You can't change lonely with a bottle of wine I don't think God meant for them to get along When it takes control, you can't love no one at all They don't go together,

I'll shout it out like a bird set free I find myself in my melodies I sing for love, I sing for me You held me down We hold on so tight, we cannot deny Eats us alive, oh it eats us alive, oh Yes, there's a scream inside that we all try to hide We hold on

I'm the hit-n-run lover Run for cover tonight You better get yourself runnin' I got hurricane comin' No warning surprise I'm gonna take my leave I wanna plant my seed Don't let it shock you hold tight, hold tight You better run for cover

I swear there's way too many, tryna fall for one The ones that you bring home to momma (these girls) And the ones who love all of the drama (these girls) But I can't help it, I just wanna love all Ooh, I want 'em all (these girls) (These girls) the