We find love, we get up And we fall down, we give up You don't love me anymore We knew we'd come around This thing called love comes crashing down now Pieces all on the ground What once was lost cannot be found out Ever since the day that I met you Lets

When will we get The time to be Just friends? Just friends, just friends? Can we be alone? It's never safe for us Not even in the evening 'Cause I've been drinking Not in the morning

I'm lifting you up I'm letting you down I'm dancing till dawn I'm fooling around I'm not giving up I'm making your love This city's made us crazy and we must get out Forgot what I was looking for Try to guide me in the right direction

I got the answer This ain't a party Get off the dance floor You want the get down Here comes the gang war You're doing alright 'Cause all the good times If we were all like you in the end So hit the lights I'll do it again

This one's for you We're in this together Hear our hearts beat together We stand strong together We're in this forever We're born to fly So let's keep living 'til it all falls down Let's close our eyes And let the moment drive the whole world out

Shea butter baby, fuckin' up your pillow You lost in the shape of my hips Hope there is a mood And if you really down we can find it (I can get close to you baby, pull me closer, what are you about?) Hold it, need it, need it, yeah Touch me, take me,

Real friends I guess I get what I deserve, don't I? Word on the streets is they ain't heard from him Talked down on my name, throwed dirt on him I guess I get what I deserve, don't I Real friends, how many of us? How many of us, how many jealous? Real

Waitin' for the break of day Right now da ting hopefully get real We're waitin' for the break of day There is yet another kingdom I wait no corners if they cut no deal When the sun goes down Alive, the world won't stay Come lay down here beside me In the

Come together, yeah Come together, right now Here come old flat-top, he come grooving up slowly He got ju-ju eyeballs, he's one holy roller He got hair down to his knees Got to be a joker, he just do what he please He wear no shoeshine, he's got toe-jam

(He's calling) Well he sits up there on his leatherette Looks through pictures of the ones That he hasn't had yet When he thinks he wants a closer look He gets out his little black telephone book Come sit down here beside me honey Let's have a little