You tell me all day that you're lonely But show me show me show me tonight, yeah Then show me, you got to you got to show me Girl show me, you got to you got to show me No I won't think you're easy, no I won't think you're fast Your eyes saying please me

I just took one sip, all them cars move in slow-mo (Slow-mo, slow-mo) Broke up with me one day, girl your heart's just so cold (Like so fucking cold) Said that I'd give you the world and you turned it to a snow globe Said she wanna go to SoHo (SoHo,

To you I'm just a girl Now I know I'm just another one of your Friday nights But I'm no past time, this is gonna be the last To you I'm just a girl, I'm just a call when there's nowhere else to fall Just a number on your wall, In a pretty dress and

I guess you'd say What can make me feel this way? My girl (my girl, my girl) Talkin' 'bout my girl (my girl) I've got sunshine on a cloudy day Hey hey hey With my girl When it's cold outside I've got the month of May I've got so much honey the bees envy

It's not over before it's too late She's all alone again Wiping the tears from her eyes Someday he feels like dying She gets so sick of crying An extraordinary girl She's an extraordinary girl It's not over 'till you're underground This city's burnin'

On streets we call the zoo We eat the night, we drink the time Make our dreams come true And hungry eyes are passing by The job is done and I go out Another boring day I leave it all behind me now So many worlds away I meet my girl, she's dressed to kill

It's not the same without your love Every night and every day, girl It's late at night, nothin's feelin' right Since you've gone away I think I know why you left this time, But it's still hard to say I nearly lost it, when he came around you Now I'm

I guess you'd say What can make me feel this way? My girl (my girl, my girl) Talkin' 'bout my girl (my girl) I've got sunshine on a cloudy day Hey hey hey With my girl When it's cold outside I've got the month of May I've got so much honey the bees envy

It don't matter if you're black or white But, if you're thinkin' about my baby Yea, yea, yea now I took my baby on a Saturday bang Boy is that girl with you Yes we're one and the same Now I believe in miracles And a miracle has happened tonight

Is you 'bout it, 'bout it? 'Bout it, 'bout it Your body, your body is pure gold Is you 'bout it, 'bout it The way you prove you're 'bout it girl Stop telling those lies about me girl I might just call you back one day Swear to God, might fuck with this