Will a matchbox hold my clothes? But I woke up cold in hand Hey, sometimes I wonder, darling You know I haven't got so many You better pin'er up to your side Now, this tune should be easy for you to deal with All you gotta do is remember back home, You

Skin and bones, it ain't such a pity Don't ya gimme no flack, honey shut ya lip Ya gotta have stones if you're livin' in the city Got to get a grip If you think I'm vain, better shut ya lip I can't explain how to be a fat city You gotta live large, gotta

I gotta get home there's a garden to tend There's fruit on the ground and the birds have all moved back into my attic Whistling static When the young learn to fly I will patch all the holes up again Well I can't believe that my lime tree is dead I

So tell me what I gotta do to win you over You'll never have to wonder if you need another You'll never have to wonder if I understand And every time you reach for me you'll find a hand out, oh I would dare Feed your dreams And starve your fears Light

(Hands yeah yeah yeah) You say you're better with Come on lay your hands, your hands on me In the dark silence so loud You only gotta lay your hands on me We don't have to talk 'cause talk is cheap I've been thinking about it I've been thinking all night

Can't help myself I gotta be where the lights are shinning down on me I wanna feel the sun So turn that walk into a run, gonna bring the party when I come Sing out if you wanna have some fun And into the spotlight we will go, follow me 'cause baby life's

Ain't that a lot of love for two hearts to have and hold Somebody, somebody tell me Woman, ain't that a kindness Baby, ain't that a kindness Somebody, somebody please You gotta dig it baby Yes, yes, yes know the deserts couldn't hold all the love that I

We go fallin' off the wagon Got ourselves a real bad habit Girl, you got me actin' like an addict All messed up, no matter what You know I just gotta have it Even though it winds up tragic Tonight whatever happens, happens And tomorrow, we'll get back on

I gotta have it To have this music in me I just keep playing my song Hoping that I get along You don't know how much it means In the morning I gotta have this blues I gotta have You don't know how much this means

I've gotta get it right the first time I can't afford to let it pass Gonna have to make the first time last That's the main thing La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la (Repeat) I don't believe in first impressions For just this once I hope that looks don't