Simply beautiful Simply beautiful simply beautiful simply Simply Beautiful If I gave you my love, I tell you what I'd do I'd expect a whole lotta love outta you You gotta be good to me I'm gonna be good to you There's a whole lotta things you and I

Clouds and clowns You don't have to come down Tell it like it is You don't have to die before you live Life, woo ooo, life, woo ooo You might get angry sometimes But don't let it turn you around All you gotta do is get your livin' now

I'd tell her to speak up, tell her to shout out Talk a bit louder, be a bit prouder Tell her she's beautiful, wonderful Everything she doesn't see You gotta speak up, you gotta shout out And know that right here, right now You can be beautiful, wonderful

You gotta be be good to me I'm gonna be be good to you We'll be happy as can be Just gotta be be good to me, baby! I've been hurt before I'm gonna be be good so tell me that you're gonna be good too I'll pick you up at seven

Fuck what they heard, tell 'em, mind they business If you want it, baby, I'll go and get it Treat it like a pony, the way you ride that shit Know you love a nigga, you ain't gotta hide that shit Get in that pussy and I'm never leavin' with it You a real

The more things change The more they stay the same We gotta wake up Give me power to end all of the strife Courage to kill the pro-life I don't want to see You can't change me You tell me not to bow Just follow for now

I can feel it ah-ah You know I said it's true I can feel the love Can you feel it too I gotta tell you (tell you) I can feel it I can feel it ah-ah-ah-ah You know I said Come, come, come, come

Long enough now I'm strong enough To know you gotta go There's no more to say So save your breath No matter what I hear you say I'm telling you Strong enough and I quite crying I don't need your sympathy There's nothing you can say or do for me

Tired of the runnin' Runnin' from the law Said I'm tired of the runnin' Baby you gotta believe me Baby ya gotta believe me I'm sittin' on my porch watchin the law As they ride past in their patrol cars So tell me why I feel the enemy They're supposed to

Whether we like it or not The best I can tell The world’s gone to hell I gotta hundred dollar bill You can keep your pills, friend Well, it’s all going to pot And we’re all gonna miss it a lot All the whiskey in Lynchburg, Tennessee Just couldn't hit the