You have all you need When you're held by me Don't pine for what's not And whatever will be You search all your life Stealing all you find And you stare at your own hands Not the hands they entwine

I’ll do whatever it takes To be the mistake you can’t live without Or let me take the wrong way down Will you straighten me out Or make me take the long way around I took the low road in I’ll take the high road out There’s times I stayed alive for you

Never have to watch my weight I'm gonna come back as a blonde Come back, come back, come back And come back as a blonde Try a different lipstick on, as a blonde Will I get whatever I want? I'd be ever so enticing Eat a lot of icing Yeah when I'm gone

And it's all over now, baby blue You must leave now, take what you need, you think will last But whatever you wish to keep, you better grab it fast Yonder stands your orphan with his gun Crying like a fire in the sun Look out the saints are comin'

Take your sweet, sweet time It isn't a crime to want A little space to breathe But you will be fine The sun again will shine on you Whatever you do I will be here when you change your mind I will be here for you baby

Find a thing you understand You could be my kind of man Find a thing that you love You could be my And will you do the best you can Don't walk too proud, don't talk too loud And make it up as you go And take whatever you are given And leave what you

This is my swan song. And if the Lord provides the music for the world around to sing, My love will build a castle in the air. Whatever I do now, I do it well. I fell in love with you I love you well. This is my last chance, A chance to show the world

Despicable me I'm having a bad bad day It's about time that I get my way Steam rolling whatever I see, huh If you take it personal that's okay Watch this is so fun to see, huh I’m having a bad bad day Why ask why better yet why not Why are you marking x

"Que sera, sera, Whatever will be, will be; The future's not ours to see. Que sera, sera, What will be, will be." Will I be rich?" When I was just a little boy, I asked my mother, "What will I be? Will I be pretty?

We are tired of the tune, "you must not relent" The soldier boy for his soldier's pay, obeys The sergeant at arms, whatever he says The sergeant will for his sergeant's pay, obey The captains until his dying day The captain will, for his captain's pay,