Why don't we make believe we're in love again Who said the crimson moon doesn't shine Where do people go when they're lookin' for that one of a kind Why don't we make believe that we're sorry Why must we hold it all inside Where do lovers go when they're

Whoever said love was easy A piece of you is gone Is it something that you want? Something you should know? My friend you ought to know I'm afraid it's time to know Should not have told you, oh Something that you need? Do you know they told you wrong?

All my friends are heathens, take it slow Wait for them to ask you who you know Please don't make any sudden moves You don't know the half of the abuse But after all I've said, please don't forget Welcome to the room of people Who have rooms of people

Yeah I said so, so who drove him? That shit crazy, man Who drove him to the hospital? 'Cause I'm in here trying to make a love song and shit Like I get this bad news I just got the call before I heard the beat They just shot my dog like why it had to be

Goodbye love Came to say goodbye love, goodbye It's true you sold your guitar and bought a car? It's true, I'm leaving now for Santa Fe It's true, you're with this yuppie scum? You said you'd never speak to him again Who said that you have any say in who

She knew from the start Deep down in her heart That she and Tommy were worlds apart But her mother said, "Never mind, your part Is to be what you'll be" The crowd went crazy Outside the house Mr. Simpson announced That Sally couldn't go to the meeting He

Holding on and on Naked on the bedroom Oh, it's not my fault Oh, I should've known I've been a fool Now the sound of loving Is old and somehow gone Who said not to leave?

He was a million miles from a million dollars But you can never spend his wealth When I was a kid, my grandfather was a preacher He said God only helps those Who learn to help themselves Wave, put your hands up, and hands down When I was a kid, I used to

For the nigga who be talking loud and holding his dick Talking shit, he better lay low For the bitch that said I shot some shit up out of my dick Now she sick, she better lay low For the niggas who be claiming my hood And really ain't from my gang,

Blame it on the drank, baby Pardon my behavior I'll apologize later Say sorry later Blame it on the drank, drank, drank Said if you leave with me tonight I won't judge you, no, no You know who you dealing with You know who you down (work)