You ask too much of me You try my patience Your tongue - it's like a razor You choose your words like weapons Here we go - Battlestations I never have
Woo-woo Dear mummy, Dear Daddy, You had plans forme, I was your only son. And long before this baby boy could count to three, You knew just what he would
I'd say love was a magical thing I'd say love would keep us from pain Had I been there, had I been there I would promise you all of my life But to lose
Every day it seems my smile's a little harder And every day, I seem to laugh a little less Living this way, it seems my sky's a little darker You went
Hey everybody take a look at me, I've got street credibility, I may not have a job, But I have a good time, With the boys that I meet "down on the line
Said that you love me Thought that it was true You said that you needed me And baby I believe that too I thought that you were shy But you put me straight
Move it move it, baby Can't you see I'm ready to dance? And I can't stop this rhythm in my heart. Move it move it baby, Can't you see I'm ready to dance
I watch you breathe, I cannot sleep, I touch your hair, I kiss your skin, And hope the morning sun won't wake you too soon. For when you wake, and look
[Chorus:] Come On, Everybody! Get on, with your party! And don't let nobody say you're wrong. O.K. So you've lost control, But they'll never steal your
Jitterbug [4X] You put the boom-boom into my heart You send my soul sky high when your lovin' starts Jitterbug into my brain Goes a bang-bang-bang 'til
I would lock you up But I could not bear to hear you Screaming to be set free I would chain you up If I'd thought you'd swear The only one that mattered
Hey sucker (What the hell's got into you?) Hey sucker (Now there's nothing you can do) Well I hadn't seen your face around town awhile, So I greeted
Let me take you to the place Where membership's a smiling face, Brush shoulders with the stars. Where strangers take you by the hand, And welcome you
[Chorus:] I'm just a love machine And I won't work for nobody but you, I'm just a love machine, A huggin', kissin' friend. I think it's high time you
Another summer Another vacation is over It is September now with the sun and the smell of the clover Down by the gate we sit and watch all our friends
[Talib Kweli] Yeah, as a kid growin up in Brooklyn, my pops was a DJ He had a bunch of records ? funk, jazz, rhythm and blues, soul There was this one
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