So tell me how the hell did we Turn into bittersweet company Oh, I remember when we Loved each other so fearlessly We were summer, love was burning We were white magnolias in bloom By the time the leaves had fallen

Its just the nearness of you Its not the pale moon that excites me That thrills and delights me, oh no It isn't your sweet conversation That brings this sensation, oh no When you're in my arms and I feel you so close to me All my wildest dreams come true

Ooh, I'm not ready My head in the sand sometimes It's not the right way to go Yes, it's easier to bury But I pray for the ground to swallow me whole Ooh, I’m not ready Show me distraction Even for just one night 'Cause it's easier to bury

Lost and lonely child, living in a world of fear Lose yourself in another day Find out there's another way My oh my, you look so blue Just turn and look my way, a smile will do Catch it now, has to be soon Or lonely hours will be your doom Lost and

'Cause I try and I try and I try and I try I can't get no, I can't get no I can't get no, oh, no, no, no, hey, hey, hey I can't get no satisfaction, I can't get no satisfaction That's what I say When I'm drivin' in my car, and the man come on the radio

Oh missa marshal Oh missa sheriff Jah no partial Define seh yuh partial Oh missa general Yuh jus' a cause too much funeral Yuh cause jah jah children to perish Oh missa lieutenant A see you asking for repentance

Alright, nigga, no more fun and games, let's go (oh fuck) You, you set the standard for (what, me?) the future generation Liar, yeah, listen Slum village with the feeling, get a beat I bet you I'ma kill it (kill it) Huh, you ain't ready for the realest

Here's to my future Here's to my yesterday Here's to change Oh, here's to my yesterday No tomorrow without a yesterday Goodbye to yesterday Oh, it's a crooked old tradition But in the all this trouble I've met

I'll never be that girl again, no oh oh My innocence is wearing thin But my heart is growing strong So call me, call me, call me I'm breaking down, gonna start from scratch Shake it off like an Etch-A-Sketch My lips are saying goodbye My eyes are finally

Ooh woo, I'm a rebel just for kicks, now Might be over now, but I feel it still Is it coming? I been feeling it since 1966, now Might've had your fill, but you feel it still Am I coming out of left field? Let me kick it like it's 1986, now We could fight