Just gotta make it (alright) Just gotta make it (alright) I just gotta make it Just to see that smile upon your face I know I Just gotta make it (alright) just gotta make it To the top of the world me and my girl we Just gotta make it Everything I do I

That's how I got to Memphis That's how I got to Memphis If you love somebody enough You'll follow wherever they go You'll go where your heart wants to go I know if you'd seen her you'd tell me 'cause you are my friend I've got to find her and find out

Anyone you meet And it will take a little bit of extra care To bring it where you think it's there Some one at your feet Anyone could be that one Anyone you know Anywhere you go Could be that one Anyone you see Maybe down the street

We’re going nowhere How can I love you boy if you’re going nowhere Leave, you are not the boy you said you’d be I’m tired of asking myself why Time for me to move on And it’s so hard for me to breathe Bye, don’t have the strength to see you cry Sick of

Oh Havana I've been searching for you everywhere In Rosalinda's eyes Crazy Latin dancing solo down in Herald Square I know what I would see there I can always find my Cuban skies I play nights in the Spanish part of town I've got music in my hands The

Whoa nobody loves me, nobody seems to care Everyday, everyday I have the blues When you see me worryin' baby, yeah it's you I hate to lose Ooh everyday, everyday I have the blues Well worries and trouble darling, Babe you know I've had my share Everyday,

You, you, oh! Ooh, ooh, ooh I need to dig a little deeper Dig a little deeper (Oh) I can't see it, I don't feel it You, you, oh, you! And I don't think I'm ready to go in this heavy I thought we would take it slow And now you got that feelin'

If I believe in love And you believe in love Then we can be in love somehow If you want the best for us Like I want the best for us Then we gotta learn to trust right now Sometimes the heart can see what's invisible to the eye All you gotta do is Listen

Look thru my eyes, see what I see Do as I do, be what I be Walk in my shoes, hurt your feet Then know why I do dirt in the street Burning in hell, but don't deserve to be Got niggas I don't even know that wanna murder me Just because they've heard of me

Won't you come see me, Queen Jane When your mother sends back all your invitations And your father, to your sister he explains That you're tired of yourself and all of your creations Now, when all of the flower ladies what back what they have lent you