I don't know how I'm gonna tell you I can't play with you no more I don't know how I'm gonna do what mama told me My friend the boy next door I can't believe what people saying You're gonna let your hair hang down I'm satisfied to sit here working all

We can make it work We, Jah people, can make it work Come together and make it work, yeah Five days to go, working for the next day Four days to go, working for the next day Say we got, three days to go now, working for the next day Two days to go (ooh),

Just like that you're six years old and you take a nap and you Wake up and you're twenty-five and your high school sweetheart becomes your wife You just might miss your babies growing like mine did Turning into moms and dads next thing you know your

If you don't like where we're going Then you won't like what's coming next What will we look like? In a post American world Why cower to all those Who oppose the American world? We see each other through different eyes Segregating ourselves by class and

Don't let it go to waste, I love it but I hate the taste Weight keepin' me down Done done and I'm on to the next one Done done on to the next one All my life I've been searching for something Something never comes never leads to nothing Nothing satisfies

We're in good company Is a pretty girl sitting next to me Kissing up on me, and I got a spot waiting on you Yeah, the only thing missing So B.Y.O.B, it means bring yourself over, babe Got what we need to make good vibes, good times And a damn good memory

Just to get up next to you Girl you're the one I want to want me And if you want me, girl you got me There's nothing I, no I wouldn't do (I wouldn't do) Gets me so high, so high It's too hard to sleep I got the sheets on the floor, nothing on me

Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, I love this bar. It's my kind of place. Puts a big smile on my face. We got winners, we got losers, Chain smokers and boozers. An' we got yuppies, we got bikers, An' we got , thirsty hitchhikers. And the girls next door dress up like

Life pulled on like a limo under the highway after the prom Time ran down like a scoreboard on the last Hail Mary bomb My heart's still stuck at a stop light With you sittin' there next to me And the red light won't turn green Yeah, it won't turn green,

Last Christmas, I gave you my heart This year, to save me from tears I'll give it to someone special (special) But the very next day, you gave it away (you gave it away) But the very next day, you gave it away I'll give it to someone special Once bitten