Your wishing well You find that life's not always what it seems, no no I'll give you a star So you know just where you are Love isn't money, it's not something you buy Throw me a penny and I'll make you a dream Then think of a rainbow and I'll make it

Whenever you look at me I wish I was her You shower me with words made of knives You grace me with your cold shoulder You say it's all in my head And the things I think just don't make sense So where you been then? Don't go all coy Don't turn it round on

You you you you So don't tell me you love me Just don't tell me you love me You're gonna make it too hard for me I wish you were ugly It'd wouldn't be so hard to leave 'Cause baby I hate to, love you I can't make up my mind 'Cause right when I tell you

I don't belong here I wish I was special You're so fuckin' special But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo What the hell am I doing here? When you were here before Couldn't look you in the eye You're just like an angel Your skin makes me cry

And we got three more days 'til Friday I swear I wish somebody would tell me Ooh, that's all I want Is taken for weakness Now I'm FourFiveSeconds from wildin' I'm just tryna make it back home by Monday mornin' I'm tryna make it back home by Monday

End over end I'm circling Stop me so I can begin Burn all the candles out Make a wish but not aloud Relive the here and now See you now and then

You know she's gonna make you cry, you know she's gonna make you cry Ooh, you know we're lovers in the night It's just the soul that matters, and keeps her satisfied She'll have you wishing that you had her come your way to shine It's just the soul that

Kinda makes me wonder Why you playin' with me? Do you think of me? So I'm waiting for the sun to come up Take me for a ride in your Beamer Ain't gon' stop 'til the stars are above Wish that you would talk to me 'Cause I don't really know just what to

Sweet hour of prayer Sweet hour of prayer That calls me from a world of care And bids me at my Father's throne Make all my wants and wishes known In seasons of distress and grief My soul has often found relief And oft escaped the tempter's snare By Thy

Sung, female: The way to the lands Where as a hero I stand The path where Beauty met the Beast It's the honesty of these worlds Ruled by magic and mighty swords That makes my soul long for the past In this spellbound night