Black is the color of my true love's hair I love the ground on where he stands Of my true love's hair When he and I will be as one His face so soft and wondrous fair The purest eyes And the strongest hands Oh I love my lover And where he goes

It never entered my mind Once you warned me that if you scorned me I'd say a lonely prayer again And wish that you were there again To get into my hair again Once I laughed when I heard you saying That I'd be playing solitaire Uneasy in my easy chair And

Here I am, stuck in the middle with you Well, I don't know why I came here tonight I got the feeling something ain't right I'm so scared in case I fall off my chair Yeah clowns to the left of me, jokers to the right Stuck in the middle with you Well, you

In my solitude I sit in my chair With gloom everywhere I sit and I stare I know that I'll soon go mad Dear Lord above You haunt me With dreadful ease

She likes to shake her ass She grinds it to the beat She likes to pull my hair, when I make her grind her teeth I like to strip her down She's naughty 'til the end You know what she is, no doubt about it She's a bad bad girlfriend! My girlfriend's a dick

Of course, of course, of course I won't cut my beard and I won't change my hair It grows like fancy flowers but it grows nowhere My hair, my hair If I could build my house just like the Trojan horse I'd put a statue of myself upon the shelf Oh, that ever

Zoot suit, white jacket with side vents Five inches long I'm out on the street again And I'm leaping along I'm dressed right for a beach fight But I just can't explain Why that uncertain feeling is still Here in my brain Why should I care

Tia, Tamera (Uh, wait) Hair grow long like Chia Money go long like Nia I am the big idea My twins big like Tia My twins big like Tia, Tamera (Uh, wait) Tia, Tamera Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah Tia, Tamera (Rico, uh, wait)

My hair's turning white, My neck's always been red, My collar's still blue, We've always been here Just trying to sing the truth to you. Yes you could say We've always been, Red, white, and blue We don't have no plastic L.A. Frynds,

I'll freak you right, I will I'll stick my tongue I'll speak that language My hands all in your hair Naked before we hit the stairs I know we ain't gon' make it to my bed, no (yeah, yeah, yeah) Know we ain't gon' make it to my bed (yeah, yeah, yeah, my