I bet you never saw it coming Something's got you up all night Someone's gotta make it right Now tell me who you're gonna call So tell me who you're gonna call I bet you never saw it coming (Never saw it coming) Creatures like us, can't be alone I bet

What you call me? (tramp!) No you didn't! (you don't wear continental clothes, or Stetson hats) Well, I tell you one doggone thing It makes me feel good to know one thing, I know I am a lover (Matter of opinion) that's all right, mama was, papa too And

My endless love You know I don't mind My love, there's only you in my life The only thing that's bright My first love, You're every breath that I take You're every step I make And I, I want to share All my love with you

I'm standing here naked (naked, naked) I wanna give you everything I'm not going to wait until you're done You're ready to swallow all your pride 'Cause here I am, I'm givin' all I can Yeah, I'm right here, I'm tryin' to make it clear Pretending you

I'm standing here naked (naked, naked) I wanna give you everything I'm not going to wait until you're done You're ready to swallow all your pride 'Cause here I am, I'm givin' all I can Yeah, I'm right here, I'm tryin' to make it clear Pretending you

That's all right. What you call me? You didn't! You don't wear continental clothes, or Stetson hats. Well I tell you one dog-gone thing. It makes me feel good to know one thing. I know I'm a lover. Matter of opinion. That's all right, Mama was. Papa too.

Drivin' in a slick black Cadillac It's got solid gold hubcaps It feels all right Feels all right It makes me feel like a king I only need one thing They're after me Slick black Cadillac Ooooo, just a big black set of wheels

What you call me? (tramp!) No you didn't! (you don't wear continental clothes, or Stetson hats) Well, I tell you one doggone thing It makes me feel good to know one thing, I know I am a lover (Matter of opinion) that's all right, mama was, papa too And

Where I'm from they push a hundred keys and it sound like Tryna make a living Come to my hood Everybody get it And for that paper all the wrong things sound right Young niggas gettin' money, young niggas gettin' money Just a bittersweet symphony I'm from

And I'm never lookin' back I said all I need to see I don't want no more Walkin' blow walkin' slowly One thing make it all right Try to forget you like I said you Wanna tell this Rollin' walkin' walkin' slowly