I had a friend named Victor The two of us used hang every single day And it seemed like overnight that his whole life just changed I know when his mom and his dad broke up it didn't make sense But I know that his dad was a drunk and he gambled away the

It won't be because I ain't tryin' You see I've got myself an angel Well, if I never get to heaven Eleven once or twice ain't bad If I never get to heaven And that's all I need to be my guide If I never hit seven I said, if I never hit seven And that's

Not even a wicked man can serve Nothing inna Babylon nah work Watch the inequity have to get up and splurt Rome catch a fire cause deh Vatican thirst Nothing inna Babylon caan work Things get lock off and them a dead fi pure thirst Yow, desolation to the

Heaven sends A song through its doors Just as if it seems to know I'm exclusively yours Knowing this I feel but one way You will understand too In these words that I say I'll close my eyes To everyone but you

In the dark In the dark, it's just you and I There's not a sound and there's not one sigh Just the beat of my poor heart Now, in the dark I get such a thrill Well, well, when he places his fingertips upon my lips And he begs me, "Please be still In the

Of both worlds, You get the best Chill it out, Take it slow, Then you rock out the show! (Yeah!) Here we go everybody! You get the limo out front,

Please come back home Where'd you go? That you've been gone I miss you so, Seems like it's been forever, Seems like it's been forever I miss you so She said, "Some days I feel like shit" Some days I wanna quit, and just be normal for a bit"

All day, all night All night, all day Ready fi get di cook up hype an Ya see we nah stray, we roll tight Alla mi girls get ya hands up for mi hype Dutty Rockin' it from Kingston J-A Let's ride, all night

Ride pon di cocky like ah bicycle Mi nuh wah nuh borin wine Mi nuh wah nuh borin fuck Move yuh clothes an fuck pon di line, But mi nuh wah nuh borin grind Nah, mi nuh wah nuh borin wine Me don't wah no borin wine, baby

Another bride, another June Another sunny honeymoon Another season, another reason For makin' whoopee A lot of shoes, a lot of rice The groom is nervous, he answers twice Its really killin' that he's so willin' To make whoopee Picture a little love nest