Please help me mend my broken heart And let me live again I could never see tomorrow How can you mend a broken heart? How can you stop the rain from falling down? How can you stop the sun from shining? What makes the world go round? How can you mend this

If I could just die in your arms I wouldn't mind 'Cause every time you touch me I just die in your arms Ooh, it feels so right So baby baby please don't stop girl Oh, I can't help it I'm just selfish There's no way that I could share you That would break

Hard to find how I feel, Please someone help me Especially when you're smothering me Controlling me every step of the way You greedy little baby Hard to find, hard to find, hard to find I feel you crawling under my skin Sickened by your face

Please help me mend my broken heart And let me live again How can you mend a broken heart? How can a loser ever win? La la la la la la, la la la la I can think of younger days When living for my life Was everything a man could want to do I could never

I'll chip a nigga little bit of nothin' I'll chip a nigga then throw the blower in his lap It's not a place This country is to be a sound of drum and bass America, God bless you if it's good to you America please take my hand Can you help me underst- New

If I stand around and watch them drown in a pool of gray When we dive in I can surely say there's feud with force Am I in your way? please knock me down. can I help you in? When I'm not around let us all be found in certain ways Dear Mister Queequeg you

Please help me, I'm falling In love with you Close the door to temptation don't let me walk through Turn away from me, darling I'm begging you to I belong to another Whose arms have grown cold But i promised forever To have and to hold

Would you please listen? Being young in the city Believe in saying something I'm scared of dying No gun required Or will this help me lay down? We can see it's missing When you bleed, say so we know

Let me take a ride Don't cut yourself I want some help To please myself It isn't me We have some seed Let me clip Your dirty wings I've got some rope

Footloose, kick off the Sunday shoes Please, Louise, pull me off of my knees Jack, get back, come on before we crack Lose your blues, everybody cut footloose Everybody cut, everybody cut Been working so hard I'm punching my card Eight hours for what? Oh,