What you call me? (tramp!) No you didn't! (you don't wear continental clothes, or Stetson hats) Well, I tell you one doggone thing It makes me feel good to know one thing, I know I am a lover (Matter of opinion) that's all right, mama was, papa too And

Now I don't really care what you call me I bet they knew as soon as they saw me All she wrote, all she wrote Just as long as you don't call me bro' "Goodnight its over with" that's all she wrote Streets like cold Chicago Ain't nothing new I've seen it

What is this thing called love? I saw you there one wonderful day You took my heart and threw it away That's why I ask the lord in heaven above This funny thing called love? Just who can solve its mystery? Why should it make a fool of me?

That's what they call me I'm a love man Six feet one weigh two hundred and ten Oh baby I'm a love man I'm a love man Call me the love man Oh, baby I'm the love man A long hair real fair skin A long legs and I'm-a out-a sight There ain't no doubt I'm

What is this thing called love? I saw you there one wonderful day You took my heart and threw it away That's why I ask the lord in heaven above This funny thing called love? Just who can solve its mystery? Why should it make a fool of me?

Please return my call Girl I need you to, Please return my call cause I'm sorry And I need to hear from you I was wrong that's why I Girl I need you to Promise I regret it all Only we know what I lost I just wanna talk

The type of shit that make you wanna let go The type of shit that make you wanna Change is slow, always has been, always will be What good is taking over, when we know what you gon' do This is called being high as shit That's the name of this song nigga,

This your favorite song And it's all Please tell me what you think happened Like this time, fuck it I woke up to like ninety-nine missed calls That's like ninety-nine people I probably pissed off Like damn, nigga, I was on a jail call Damn, niggas make

Beautiful little fools That's what us girls are destined for Born to be adored We're all just born to be adored Where is the feminine race? Where are these so-called independent women? Who pick up their flaws And let the world in Where are these girls?

I'm the fireman, that's my name. They call me the fireman, that's my name. Making my rounds all over town, putting out old flames. Well everybody'd like to have a what I got. I can cool 'em down when they're smoldering hot. Last night they had a bad one