You got me workin' workin' day and night You got me workin' day and night (that's why) And I'll be workin' From sun up to midnight How can you live girl 'cause love for us was meant to be (well) Some other guy instead of me (ooh)

A hundred arms, a hundred years, you can always find me here And lord, don't let me break this, let me hold you lightly Give me arms to pray with instead of ones that hold too tightly Then it's just too much, I cannot get you close enough And then it's

I don't, I don't, don't know what it is But I need that one thing And fall into my arms instead So get out, get out, get out of my head And you've got that one thing Something’s gotta give now 'Cause you've got that one thing So get out, get out, get out

Somehow to believe In the choice I made Am I better off this way? I can hear the voice inside my head Saying you should be with me instead Every time I'm feeling down, I wonder What would it be like with you around? And I want, I need I was only a kid

If you think that you're strong Wanna fight well come on And line up 'Cause livin' up against the wall, yeah Has got us locked up Come on and line up If you got all the stuff And you can't get enough Then line up Instead of just standin' around

Ooh baby baby baby We can be superfriends Girl we could be superfriends, ha You get wiped out instead of getting wifed up But we could cut if you're trying to get knifed up Now ain't no one perfect that we on earth with But why buy if it ain't worth it?

Can you love? Got to get it, got got to get it Got to get it, got got to get it on I can feel it working from the last you know Defeated no more Gotta let this fire keep burning 'Cause I can't seem to let this show Instead of running I keep it slow

I should've said something Whoa oh oh oh So we board up the windows we used to look through Yeah, I should've said something to you I should've said something to you When I saw you walk away Instead, I did nothing You're gone and it's too late

Would you hit it in the back seat of my ride And I know it's risky right Won't you hit it how I like But I want it in the backseat of my hm Who needs a bed when there’s a hooptie instead So I want it now Oowee these fellas can't mind their business, hm

Gonna grab the yellow pages To dress me up and make me look like someone else instead It's time for my rehearsal, the ultimate reversal You see, I've got a plan I'm coming back as a man Find a Davinci of the threads I live on the edge And something has