I just keep on dancing You can hurt me, I'll find another You can love me, you'll be my lover Happy, in rain or thunder Baby I keep I keep on, I keep on, I just keep on dancing People like to talk because they don't know what to say Running from the

Therapy, therapy session Yeah, I gotta say like a month ago I was talking to fans And one of them pulled me aside and said "We never met but I swear that you know who I am I been through a lot I don't know how to express it to people Don't think that I

And I can't take this Keep talking while I'm walking away You can say what you have to say 'Cause my mind's made up anyway Lets go ya'll These people are running off at the mouth Trying to convince me that I'm running on empty Trying to convince

Stop all this talk, turn off the telephone Open up another bottle, send those people home Let it get real quiet, turn that lamp way down low I'm gonna float down this river of tears I remember how we spoke on the days he was dry Even now that he's gone

Stop don't stop don't stop Giving me things Laughing about it Stop don't stop don't stop I said Walk little walk Small talk big thoughts Gonna tell them all just what I want That street two streets I see you and me Hanging on the empty swings

Johnny come lately, the new kid in town. There's a new kid in town. I don't want to hear it. There's a new kid in town. There's talk on the street; it sounds so familiar. Great expectations, everybody's watching you. People you meet, they all seem to

I'm going big, suck my dick Too many niggas, not enough hoes And some of you niggas, acting like hoes I know a lot of people that smile in my face But talk behind my back every time I'm gone So when they call my number, I don't never pick up I don't owe

Well, my mama 'low me just to stay out all night long I didn't care she 'low, I would boogie anyhow When I first came to town, people, I was walkin' down Hastings Street Everybody was talkin' about the Henry Swing Club I decided I drop in there that

Some people laugh in the dark, Some people cry alone. Some people talk without sayin' a thing, And everything turns out gloomy. Some people count your money, Someone is countin' your days. And somebody got to keep track of your mind. When everything

Tryin' to get it wrong No need to put a front No need to lay it on Say people are too hard, tryin' to get it He who got the money, man Don't make you anyone People are too hard, tryin' to get it It don't make you anyone, now Don't care 'bout what you do