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

Martha, my dear Martha, my love Don't forget me When you find yourself in the thick of it Help yourself to a bit of what is all around you Though I spend my days in conversation, please Remember me Hold your head up, you silly girl

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

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,

Help me if you can, I'm feeling down And I do appreciate you being 'round Help me get my feet back on the ground (Now) but now these days are gone (these days are gone) I'm not so self-assured (and now I find) Won't you please, please help me? (Help) I

So should you ever doubt me If it's help that you need In my dreams If you please Your breath is with me now and always It's like a breeze Never dare to doubt me And if you want to sleep

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

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

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

Could be the end of the world I'd still be laid here on my own wasting my life away Get off your knees Please, you have to help me This is not my true face If you could see my soul As I have seen my soul I could show it to you It's rotten