All or nothing at all Half a love, never appealed to me If your heart, never could yield to me Then I'd rather (rather) have nothing at all If it's love, there is no in between Why begin then cry, for something that might have been No I'd rather (rather)

All right, okay As long as it's funky We'll make it funky for you now I'm a child of the ah, the 87 ah From the streets; get on a beat and go ah I could break it down like whatever ya ah On some K-R-S be-here-forever-type, uh

I don't really want no friends I don't really want no friends, no I don't really want no friends, I don't really want no friends, no It's fuckin' TR3YWAY! It's King of New York, lookin' for the Queen Uh, you got the right one, mm L-let these-l-let these

Girl, It's easy to love me now Would you love me if I was down and out? Would you still have love for me? Would you still have love for me girl? Could you love me in a Bentley? Could you love me on a bus? I'll ask 21 questions, and they all about us New

It's hard enough being alone Sitting here by the phone Waiting for my memories To come and play It's hard enough sitting there Rockin' in your rockin' chair It's all too much for me to take When you're not there I'm older than I wish to be

I've been around the world, it's true Searchin' for someone exactly like you And finally found a love that's true I finally found a love that's true You heard story, you heard just what I said The one that I love she might as well be dead Finally found a

Hella, hella, it’s my body I’ll dance if I want to Hella, hella, it's my body I won’t stop Not now, guess what? Hella, hella, it’s my body right I go in light I'm young for tonight It's all under my control

I'm running out of room For your tattoos How can I get over you, over you When you're all over me? So don't tell me it's cool That I'm tattooed How can I get over you, over you? When you're all over me, yeah yeah One touch always makes me

Sadness grows, sadness stains, You on the table Tears flow again and again Hello love it's London calling Wave the white hanky, a breath for the belly Keep on hoping for blood in the morning Nothing's right, everything's hurting Everything's hurting

The day I saw your white Mustang Your white mustang You're gonna hit me like lightening Packing all my things for the summer Lying on my bed it's a bummer 'Cause I didn't call when I got your number But I liked you a lot Slippin' on my dress in soft