I got one foot on the path I got one foot in your doorway You say, "Come over baby Come talk to me" Then you drive me so crazy I can't hardly see If this keeps goin' on I might just leave and not come back I got on foot in your doorway Well you beg me to

I wish those days could come back once more Why did those days ever have to go Looking back on when I Was a little nappy headed boy Then my only worry Was for Christmas what would be my toy Even though we sometimes Would not get a thing We were happy

She's a star From the backstreets to the city First she buys you, then she sells ya You know she wants you when she's telling you She comes to life from the cover of a Hollywood magazine With a sense of confidence hard to fight She waits to be discovered

I was thinking she would come over, stay over Wake up hungover, still head over heels for me Thought it was something we could talk over, drink over Then it would be over, back to how it used to be No, but it's the kind where the sheets get colder And

We are strangers, who share a photograph Like that submarine, that never made it back Forever wasn't meant to come as fast In this moment all we have is an empty photograph We used to have it all Like Chicago Bulls in '93, hmm Then came that civil war

I wish those days could come back once more Why did those days ever have to go Looking back on when I Was a little nappy headed boy Then my only worry Was for Christmas what would be my toy Even though we sometimes Would not get a thing We were happy

Everyone's leanin' on me But then I see my baby Suddenly I'm not crazy Sometimes it feels like the world's on my shoulders 'Cause sometimes it feels like the world's almost over But then she comes back to me Yo, I can't sing good I feel like singin' I

I know I thought I can’t let go Well it’s over He won’t take me back when I come around Says he’s sorry then he puts me out I got a big chain around my neck And I’m broken down like a train wreck Can’t let go You told me baby one more time Won’t make me

If you want a bad boy then baby you got it Got a bad toy sittin' in the parkin' lot Take you to the wrong side of the tracks Baby you ain't gonna wanna come back 'Cause I'm a free bird and damn proud of it If you want a bad boy Want a bad boy You're a

To me, to me Sooner or later it all comes around Hopefully then I will see After the people and places are gone You will come back, you will come back to me You will come back to me Woman help me, you turn my head in circles Mama blessed me with magnet