Until you're mine My state of mind I need you next to me Without you here by my side Not gonna be Even close to complete Has kind of got the best of me

I'm the number one fan He said please come to Boston For the springtime I'm stayin' here with some friends And they've got lots of room You can sell your paintings on the sidewalk By a cafe where I hope to be workin' soon Please come to Boston

So if you ride then I'm riding too By your side kinda stuck on you You know I fuck witcha, witcha, witcha You know I fuck witchu, witchu, witchu He said he loves me cause loyal Put none above me because I'm loyal He fucking with me cause I'm loyal Yeah

I'm the number one fan He said please come to Boston For the springtime I'm stayin' here with some friends And they've got lots of room You can sell your paintings on the sidewalk By a cafe where I hope to be workin' soon Please come to Boston

'Cause I wanna love you inside out I wanna love you inside out Wanna love you inside out Baby, give it to me, no doubt Show me what your inside 'bout I don't wanna know no word of mouth 'Cause once you're with my love There will never be enough, never be

As low as you go Taking you as low as you go (Low as you go) You be my passerby I'll be your one to pass through Screws inside Turn so tight Turning on you

I only love it when you touch me, not feel me When I'm fucked up, that's the real me I only call you when it's half past five The only time that I'll be by your side When I'm fucked up, that's the real me, yeah The only time I'd ever call you mine When

Every night, I'll make it up to you (you, you) Every night, I'll make it up to you It seems like we're going nowhere You're crying inside your bedroom Baby I know it's not fair I'll make it up to you (you, you) Took your heart, took your hand Promised

If I ever left this town If I wasn't by your side I'm your girl and you're my man And we're makin' plans I'd never settle down I'd just be wanderin' around I'd never be satisfied Nothin' would feel just right Cause I'm not easy to understand

Everyone wants to be a cowboy Grab your guns boy Forty-five by my side, do he live No the nigga dies Life will keep existing while I'm shitin' on the corners Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen You shot your bullet, but the bullet wwnt Desperado, do work for