I'm the number one fan He said please come to Boston For the springtime I'm stayin' here with some friends And they've got lots of room You can sell your paintings on the sidewalk By a cafe where I hope to be workin' soon Please come to Boston

Please just listen 'cause I don't ask for much I am my own man, I make my own luck I know I let you down It's hard to stay I'm sorry for how I up and left this town I'm sorry, father Please forgive me I can't remember Please forgive me, no one is calling

Please stay, until I'm gone I'm here, hold on, to me I'm right here, waiting Come here, please hold my hand LORD now Help me, I'm scared please show me how To fight this, God has a master plan And I guess, I am in his demand Please save me, this time I

I'm the number one fan He said please come to Boston For the springtime I'm stayin' here with some friends And they've got lots of room You can sell your paintings on the sidewalk By a cafe where I hope to be workin' soon Please come to Boston

Don't be so quick to walk away (Dance with me) I wanna rock your body, please stay (Dance with me) You don't have to admit you wanna play (Dance with me) Just let me rock you till the break of day (Dance with me) Just wanna rock you, girl So you grab

But I don't own a single gun I don't own a single gun But if I did you'd be the one To hold it, aim it, make all of the bad men run I don't have a sweetheart yet But if I did I'd break my neck To please her, make her want to stay in my arms she'd rest

I'm the number one fan He said please come to Boston For the springtime I'm stayin' here with some friends And they've got lots of room You can sell your paintings on the sidewalk By a cafe where I hope to be workin' soon Please come to Boston

Say won't you please, stay won't you please Don't you let the sun fade away Don't you let the sun be leaving Don't you let the sun disappear Say that you won't be leaving my life Lord, won't you come and get into my life Even in the quietest moments I

I'm the number one fan He said please come to Boston For the springtime I'm stayin' here with some friends And they've got lots of room You can sell your paintings on the sidewalk By a cafe where I hope to be workin' soon Please come to Boston

Please send for me But I'm broken too, And spoken for Do not, tempt me He laughed at my sins, in his arms I must stay And where is the lamb, that gave you your name? He had to leave, though I begged him to stay That suits us well