I gotta be, gotta be, gotta gotta be me! March to the beat C'mon you need to see that I gotta be me You let 'em move those feet and they'll set you free I march to the beat gonna do my thang C'mon and feel this beat cause I gotta be me (ba da da dum dum

The flowers will be blooming The leaves will be turning And snow will be falling While we're making love And the sun will be shining The flowers still are blooming Then leaves will turn again But time will be frozen for us (ah, ah, ah, ah) Time will be

A man can't face the cold, hard truth And closing time is when I'll leave. Till then it's just between this bottle and me. Yeah, this is just between the bottle and me. With nothing less than 90 proof. Didn't come in here for your sympathy, And a honky

I've figured out that joy is not in your arms I know I'll always ache with an empty heart I think it's time to run 'cos I'm seeing stars I'm seeing stars, watch me fall apart Anything we should know about your change? Stood in the rain and watched you go

Roll over Beethoven, roll over Beethoven Roll over Beethoven Roll over Beethoven, tell Tchaikovsky the news Roll over Beethoven, dig these rhythm and blues? Gonna write a little letter, gonna mail it to my local DJ It's a jumping little record I want my

I'm so relaxed, little wistful perhaps I don't understand, I just live and do "Congratulations" you said, "you're allowed" I think I'm all-feel today, you think, "You think, you stink" Ten exits away, you just said, "oh, wow" Just go and see the thousand

I just wanna ball in the wraith With your broad in the way And I wanna, I'ma take my shot Leave your daughter with the papers Fuck what them bitches saying, fuck what them niggas doing Before you were getting going, I was getting to it I pray to God, is

When you lie to me I want to be the one you remember I want to feel your love like the weather All over me, all over me I want to print our hands in the pavement Savour your words, I won't ever waste them Look in your eyes and know just what you miss So

Carry me home Bear my weight on your shoulders Got to hold it up for him Nothing else matters And don't let go Midnight strikes, where is my prince? Lost my comfort, more time to think Broken and bruised, tell me what I am Feel so unused, help me find

Eighteen years had come and gone For mama they flew by But for me they drug on and on We were loading up that Chevy Both tryin' not to cry Mama kept on talking Putting off goodbye Then she took my hand and said "Baby, don't forget