You got a lot of lovers with star-crossed wrists They keep a candle burning on the corner you kissed. One day I might die, until then there's too much to do But I'll keep a bonfire for you. Let the other lovers talk about who carries the torch Let them

But I'm a man of the woods, it's my pride I brag about you to anyone outside I'm sorry baby, you know I tried I hear the making up's fun But then your hands talking, fingers walking, down your legs Say "Where's the faucet?" Someone's knocking like they

And everything I need And she's everything I ever wanted I talk about her I go on and on, and on 'Cause she's everything to me She's everything to me She's a yellow pair of running shoes A holey pair of jeans She looks great in cheap sunglasses

(Don't talk to me) Don't talk to me about being alone They come and they come and they come and they come I accepted with a gentle tongue (Talk to me) He's got his work and she comes easy They each come around when the other is gone Me, I think I got

I bet you want the goodies. Bet you thought about it. Got you all hot and bothered. Mayb' 'cause I talk about it. Looking for the goodies Keep on lookin' 'cause they stay in the jar My goodies, my goodies, my goodies Not my goodies! I got a sick

You know that I do You know I love you You got me feeling so high Maybe we could stop time Every moment we're together, babe We can make our own world Just let me be my own girl We'll talk about forever babe You know I, you know I

Rumor has it she has you Rumor has it you love her too Talk is cheap but the price is high when it's true I overheard a conservation your name was mentioned in But they didn't talk about us, only her again I didn't want to listen but I hung on every word

Wait for something better No one behind you Watching your shadows This feeling won't go Candy talks to strangers Thinks her life's in danger No one gives a damn about her hair It's lonely down on track street She used to go by Jackie

This is another story about dogs For the dog that don't pee on trees, is a bitch So says Snoop Dogg, get your pooper scooper Cause the nigga's talking shit I'm sipping on Tanqueray With my my mind on my money and my mouth in the ganjahy Are-A-G to the

As long as she ain't in it Don't wanna hear her name I don't wanna see her face I know it's gonna hurt If I run into her somewhere Appreciate your call, means a lot and all Yeah, I got a minute You and me can talk about anything you want