No more waiting, we can save us from falling We'll safety-pin the pieces of our broken hearts back together Patching up all the holes until we both feel much better Deleted things, I really meant So now I'll say the things I never sent Two wrongs make it

Groovin', on a Sunday afternoon Really couldn't get away too soon I can't imagine anything that's better The world is ours whenever we're together There ain't a place I'd like to be instead of Groovin', down a crowded avenue Doin' anything we like to do

Beautiful, I just want you to know (Oh!) You're my favorite girl (Oh yeah, there's something about you) To know that you are really special Oh why, oh why, oh why, oh why See I just want you Yeah, oh yeah there's something about you Oh yeah, there's

Hallelujah, Hallelujah It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah Well, I heard there was a secret chord That David played to please the Lord But you don't really care for music, do you? Well, it goes like this the fourth, the fifth The minor fall and the

We're better, we're better, we're better, we're better, we're better, You know we're better together Now I understand that we're better together I can't help it, I want you back 'cause I Boy I miss you, said I really do, boy I miss you Boy I miss you,

Can we get together? There's too much confusion I really, I really wanna be with you I hope you, I hope you feel the same way too It's an illusion Come on, check it out with me Baby we can do it We can do it alright Do you believe in love at first sight?

I keep runnin' With real love in my face Why am I breakin' away So scared of the heartbreak So scared of makin' mistakes When all I really need is you All I really need is you But I keep on runnin' away Hey hey hey

For the nigga who be talking loud and holding his dick Talking shit, he better lay low For the bitch that said I shot some shit up out of my dick Now she sick, she better lay low For the niggas who be claiming my hood And really ain't from my gang,

There's a Northern wind, Billy, blowin' up a southern change And a Northern wind's really makin' me feel kinda strange And when that bird sings from over that silver wall I don't want to fight it, Billy, 'cause I want to go There is a wind, my Billy, and

Kinda makes me wonder Why you playin' with me? Do you think of me? So I'm waiting for the sun to come up Take me for a ride in your Beamer Ain't gon' stop 'til the stars are above Wish that you would talk to me 'Cause I don't really know just what to