Why wait another minute With a preacher who could hook us up right away Love don't need a reason Baby I don't see how I could love you anymore than I do today So why wait For somethin' we should'a done yesterday? I know a little church What'aya say girl,

Moving right along to the next big city Highway vagabonds, living like hippies Okay, jump off the exit Truck stop, rest stop, next stop Texas Caravan like a wild west show I don't care, man, as long as we go Get off one and get on the other Highway,

But it still kills me like it did before I've seen the end of the day come too soon It's nothing that I haven't seen before No it's nothing that I haven't seen before Not a lot to say, not a lot to do You played the game, you owe nothing to yourself Rest

You're my London girl Just the sound of your voice This could be our final dance This could be our very last chance The way that you walk The way that you talk And I ain't got no choice And if you cut me, don't you think I feel Is this body made of clay,

I belong to the drinking class Monday through Friday, man we bust our backs If you're one of us, raise your glass We belong to the drinking class If you gotta, gotta label me, label me proud We're up when the rooster crows Clock in when the whistle blows

Mueve ese bum bum, tam tam Mueve ese bum bum, tam tam tam Turn up the ting 'til the ting burn up É a flauta envolvente que mexe com a mente De quem 'tá presente As novinha saliente Fica loucona e se joga pra gente Aí eu falei assim pra ela, ó (Aí eu

Lover, one lovely day Love came, planning to stay Green Dolphin Street supplied the setting The setting for nights beyond forgetting And through these moments apart memories live in my heart When I recall the love I found on It seems like a dream, yet I

Why you, why you keep that tool like dat? How you get so high like dat? Why your eyes like dat? Kodak, why you act like dat? Why you strapped like dat? Nigga, I don't need no vitamin C Why you move like dat? I hit the club 50 deep (With my niggas, aye)

Priscilla, Priscilla It's a difficult thing being Queen to the King How'd you get him to yourself? Between the whistle calls and Southern dolls He's always in high demand We turn around and the world's right there Woman to woman, I'm starting to see

Falling in love with you Wise men say, only fools rush in But I can't help, Like a river flows, surely to the sea Darling so it goes, somethings are meant to be Take my hand, take my whole life too For I can't help,