Darkness at the break of noon Shadows even the silver spoon The handmade blade, the child's balloon Eclipses both the sun and moon To understand you know too soon There is no sense in trying Pointed threats, they bluff with scorn Suicide remarks are torn

Na na na na na na Walk my way, Mrs All American Say my name, no need to pretend Don't be shy, Mrs All American You know she's like No one understands the chemistry we have And it came out of nowhere (Yeah) It's not like we planned this, Getting out of

I said now, mmm Don't misunderstand Come on, baby I'm okay how you come and go I don't mind if you ebb and flow River-bound or a river stream I don't question what the future means Who we are is what we got

Round and round dip it down Separate bring it back (and go out and step the whole night through) Now let me see you do the love slide (everybody do the stepping) Now, now, now, see you got to understand stepping is not just a dance its a its a culture It

I'll let you go I close my eyes Tell me his name I want to know The way he looks And where you go I need to see his face I need to understand

I know that it breaks your heart when I cry again Baby, you do it so well You been so understanding, you been so good And I'm puttin' you through more than one ever should And I'm hating myself 'cause you don't want to Over him, mmh 'Stead of ghostin'

Life goin' nowhere, somebody help me Somebody help me, yeah I'm stayin' alive Life goin' nowhere, somebody help me, yeah We can try to understand The New York Times' effect on man Whether you're a brother or whether you're a mother You're stayin' alive,

Gonna make this a night to remember Get ready tonight Get ready, oh, baby, tonight When you love someone, it's natural, not demanding And that's one thing I'm proud to say I've found in you I'm so glad we've reached an understanding Now I know my heart

Standing with an army I'm standing with an army When I'm with you When I'm with you (when I'm with you) Yet you understand Yeah like no one can We both know what they say about us But they don't stand a chance because I know that I've been messed up

Don't ask me what I think of you I might not give the answer that you want me to I can't help about the shape I'm in I can't sing, I ain't pretty, and my legs are thin Now when I talk to God I think he'll understand Stick by me and I'll be your guiding