Take me home Say you will Take me home with you I said if I'm in luck maybe you might pick me up I said if I'm in luck I just might get picked up All I wanna do is just love you a lil bit I said I'm fishin' trick and you can call it what you want then I

Beautiful little fools That's what us girls are destined for Born to be adored We're all just born to be adored Where is the feminine race? Where are these so-called independent women? Who pick up their flaws And let the world in Where are these girls?

You gotta be be good to me I'm gonna be be good to you We'll be happy as can be Just gotta be be good to me, baby! I've been hurt before I'm gonna be be good so tell me that you're gonna be good too I'll pick you up at seven

I'm shoutin' from the rooftop, baby Come pick me up, come pick me up You cut so deep, cut so deep You made me a believer Tell me, will you come and save me? Fire the shots and I need to know Pick me up and show me home All my senses just need to know Why

But that would be too easy, love And I don't want no easy love I could be with someone, making me happy I could put my phone down Just pick up my keys I could let you go and we could let it be I'd have it no other way I could be somewhere, chilling on a

'Cause we can't keep holding on to grudges Stop asking why Why we had to waste so much time Well, we just pick up, pick up and start again Could it be that I've changed or did you? And if you wanna call me up or come over Like we did when we were kids

C'mere, girl, c'mere, girl, c'mere, girl, bounce Bounce (like yo' ass had the hiccups) Bounce (like we was ridin' in my pick-up) Bounce (Why you lookin' so sad? Baby girl, you need to cheer up) Bounce (I got the remedy: it's you on me, and me on you And

They'll know you're trying to help 'em When you see them fall down But you pick 'em up You still let them touch the ground Don't worry, I swear Tryna stay light on my toes Just ran a light in a Rolls Told me I'm lookin' exhausted You hit it right on the

Be my Wendy, I'll be your Peter Pan In my dreams you're dying Come on baby, take my hand We can walk if we don't feel like flying We can live, I don't feel like dying Come on baby, you've got no plans It picks me up, I can't stop crying I just wanna live

I don't need my drugs, we could be more than just part-time lovers We could be more than just part-time lovers Can you hear me? S.O.S. Help me put my mind to rest I can feel your love pullin' me up from the underground, and I can feel your touch pickin'