Every time you go Stop my fall Then break me up Ever so gently When I'm at my weakest It's not so hard Maybe we forgot, are we awake, or not?

Just another microcosm somewhere in the ether Putting a world to rights with Bing Crosby eyes Oversharing and its bitter aftertaste Exactly the wrong time in exactly the wrong place Save it for a rainy day Baby, you go hard in the paint It's just another

S T A R that's what you are Cause you're big in japan You're big in japan Last night we partied a bit too hard It's not quite coming back to me so far I might not have slept but I woke up a superstar On another side of the world I keep my head down stay

I'm going, going, back, back, to Cali, Cali When the lala hits ya lyrics just splits ya Head so hard, that ya hat can't fit ya Either I'm witcha or against ya Format venture, back through that maze I sent ya Talkin' to the rap inventor ***** wit the game

It's amazing the amount of rejection that I see I'm lookin' forward to the girl I wanna be So I try not to waste too much time at the bathroom sink Puttin' on my makeup Puttin' off the hard stuff Hoping that it passes Fake smile and eyelashes And try not

It's just a thought But I've noticed somethin' strange, Gettin' harder to explain; All the years are passin' bye and bye, Still I don't know what makes it go; Who said to wait and you'll see? But I wondered if you knew That the song up there is you. They

So hold up and, take it through the night And we should follow through, to make it alright Now grab each others' hands, get 'em all I wanna see you rock to the piano It's not hard, (it's not hard) But I'd rather make a song they can play on the radio

I'm living on such sweet nothing So I put my faith in something unknown But I'm trying to hope with nothing to hold And it's hard to learn And it's hard to love When you're giving me such sweet nothing Sweet nothing, sweet nothing You're giving me such

Biding my time until the time is right No time, no time Biding my time, it's time You want it, you need it It's hard to stay between the lines of skin Just coz I have nerves, don't mean that I can feel I wasn't very much fun to be with anyway Just let

She knows her roots and works hard for her money Ain't nothin' like a woman southern born and bred Now she loves her mom and daddy and the Lord to death Just actin' and sittin' playin' hard to get With the girls tonight man they're out on the town Grits