So tell me now If this ain't love then how do we get out? Because I don't know That's when she said I don't hate you boy I just want to save you while there's still something left to save That's when I told her I love you girl But I'm not the answer for

Like sweat dripping down our dirty laundry No, no chance That I'm leaving here without you on me Yeah, I already know that there ain't no stoppin' 'Cause I want you bad Yeah, I want you, baby Slow, slow hands

There ain't nothin' common 'bout us In this ordinary world Where nothin' is enough Everything is grey Mistake your love for lust When I hold you in my arms I will die if I don't try Damned if I ask why This is somethin' real

Why llora, llora, llora, llora, llora Spanish fly chick got me tripping got my heart skipping skipping There won't be ain't no dancing tonight feel like I ain't got no rhythm tonight I mean, you see her over in the club over there homie, We ain't talk

Start all over Start all over The whole world's broke and it ain't worth fixing It's time to start all over, make a new beginning There's too much pain, too much suffering Let's resolve to start all over make a new beginning Now don't get me wrong I love

Taking cover in the bunker tonight Waiting for Bo Diddley's headlights I feel alright Gotta Fender Stratosphere I can do anything tonight It's in neon lights an' global rights Frank? He's on the phone There ain't no German girl outside

The map that leads to you Ain't nothing I can do I was there for you Oh I was there for you But I wonder where were you When I was at my worst Down on my knees And you said you had my back So I wonder where were you

But black is all I know, there ain't a thing that I would change in it Look, black is beautiful, black is excellent Black is pain, black is joy, black is evident It's workin' twice as hard as the people you know you're better than 'Cause you need to do

I've got my hands on a miracle Hands on a miracle Believe it or not, hands on a miracle And there ain't no way Let you take it away Crazy but I believe this time Begging for sweet relief A blessing in disguise Dying behind these tired eyes

(Car wash, girl) (Work and work) At the car wash You might not ever get rich But let me tell ya it's better than diggin' a ditch There ain't no tellin' who you might meet A movie star or maybe even an Indian chief