Just so that we can make up Just so that we can make up (oh) I'll keep making the same mistakes, yeah I'm feeling like this is the opposite of love But we know opposites attract I want ya, bad It's so dysfunctional between the two of us You tell me

Oh when I make it there When I make it there As long as you know that when I land you're mine And you will never feel so pretty And you will never feel this beautiful And he can't make you feel this pretty Hoo hoo hoo

I'm looking for a mixed girl Oh, I can't believe it But you really got sex appeal, so I really gotta keep it real Shorty, I want my fix, I put you on my list, I want you on my wrist cause And we can make it a night to remember, I won't lie to you baby

We can make it, baby Doo-doo-doo-doo (doo-doo-doo-doo-doo) Doo-doo (ha ha ha ha) Just as long as we got that kind of love Doo-doo (oh) (Woo) doo-doo-doo-doo (doo-doo-doo-doo-doo) (Oh) doo-doo Woo, there's gonna be times, I know, girl When the going's

Lover man, oh, where can you be I've heard it said That the thrill of romance Can be like a heavenly dream I go to bed with a prayer That you'll make love to me Strange as it seems Someday we'll meet And you'll dry all my tears

Sweet, sweet fate I had about all that can take You're my living in the breath that I make Is it yours? I wonder Oh if it's really out of my hands (If it's really out of my hands) Can you forgive all of my sins? (Can you forgive all of my sins?) Have

We rock the world, ooh, yeah We didn't listen when they said it can't be done It's gonna make the papers This shit's gon' hit the news 'Cause fear don't haunt the madness Got nothing left to lose A hundred years from now There's still be talking, girl I

You know it's you that I love, you that I love, oh You make me proud I wanna tell the world about you now So let me say it loud, loud Can't be quiet, no Can't deny, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no No I swear I'll never let them bring you down Kisses to

African idea Make the future clear And we are the scatterlings of Africa Copper sun sinking low Scatterlings and fugitives Hooded eyes and weary brows Seek refuge in the night They are the scatterlings of Africa Each uprooted one

Oh, I don't wanna share you with nothing else I gotta have you to myself I just can't get you close enough, no Yeah, if I were the moon I could catch your eye I'm jealous of the moon If I were the wind I would make you fly I'm jealous of that too, yeah