All I want is money, all she want is me (All I want is money, all she want is me) Every time I like a bih I find out she a nat Somebody call the vet, my dog turned out to be a rat I'mma slick pimp, got a sixth sense Hoe you ain't a dime, you just six

At the house Got a yellow backdoor porch party light Got a speaker in the window playing Barry White You and me out here swaying, star-gazing Gonna bring it back in, break the candles out Get the mood turned on and the lights out Lose a little something

It's all your fault Because you were perfect You called me beautiful You turned me out And now I can't turn back But I'm running out of air And it's not fair I hold my breath I conjure up the thought of being gone

Seems like a touch, a touch too much A touch too much It wasn't the first It wasn't the last Too much for my body, too much for my brain This damn woman's gonna drive me insane It was one of those nights When you turned out the lights And everything

Spit, it out All you wanna do is drag me down All I wanna do is stamp you out Fuck me! I'm all out of enemies! Since you never gave a damn in the first place Maybe its time you had the tables turned Cause in the interest of all involved I got the problem

Fuck me! I'm all out of enemies Spit it out All you wanna do is drag me down All I wanna do is stamp you out Did you ever gave a damn in the first place Maybe it's time you had the tables turned 'Cause in the interest of all involved I got the problem

Wish I had no expectations All these tears that I cry while I'm turned to the side And you're in the same fucking bed But I expect, you expect, we expect With no confrontation I really wish we could talk about it instead Up in bed, all alone Wondering

Without a dream in my heart Without a love of my own Now I'm no longer alone And then there suddenly appeared before me And when I looked, the moon had turned to gold! Blue moon you saw me standing alone Blue moon, you knew just what I was there for You

Here's your one chance Fancy don't let me down I remember it all very well lookin' back It was the summer I turned eighteen We lived in a one room, rundown shack On the outskirts of New Orleans We didn't have money for food or rent To say the least we

We were living it up, up, up in that American love Two young hearts, one cool car And all we wanted to do was park, kiss, smoke, drink I love this song, baby, what do you think? She turned it up windows fogging up I pick her up about seven for the