Lyrics:
I'm 'bout to offer all I can give him
'Cause I'm a slave to his rhythm
I said I just can't help myself
'Cause baby I love ya (I love ya)
And I
don't know why sometimes I get frightened
You can see my eyes, you can tell that I'm not lying
Look at you, you're a pageant
You're everything, that
Well I'm sittin on my lunch break, grinnin' my teeth (my teeth)
It's the last day of the week, boy what a relief (relief)
My muscles kind of ache,
down inside?
Do you think about me
When I'm far away?
Do you dream about me?
Can I find a way
To make you want me
The way that I want you?
a Thursday's face
I never know which way I'm bound, I'm Thursday's child
Heartbreak hangs around for Thursday's child
I'll always blamed for what I was named
home
It's a brown-eyed handsome man
Anyone can understand the way I feel
Oh, put me in, coach, I'm ready to play today
Put me in, coach, I'm ready
Eve or fuckin' Brat?
Which one of them?
I got a rule, I got a rule
Nah, I'm fuckin' Eve though, god, she got all right
Nah, the Brat got right, now
Someone's always on my tracks
And in a dark room you'd see more than you think
I'm out of my place, gotta get back
I sweated a lot, you could feel
Stroll to the café my God how time flies
And I close up my brain
another friend dies
And me I'm just the same
Soaking up Broadway
Nightlife in
I'm too scared to even walk on past
She used to say
All those good people down on Jubilee Street
They ought to practice what they preach
Here they
need a taste of your own medicine
'Cause I'm sick to death of swallowing
Watch me take the wheel like you, not feel like you
Act like nothing's real
back (never go back)
Queens'll always have your back (always)
I'm thinking Roberta Flack (yeah)
First time I ever saw your face I fell in love just
Hey, baby, tell me why you hanging round
Ain't got time for kissing
I'm too busy messing in this town
All you pretty women
You're so far and in
sour flavor on shorty, 'cause that ain't shit at all
I'm, yo G, I don't think he realizes it, Look at him!
ook at what? Dirty motherfucker, he ain't
I'm goin' up the country, baby don't you want to go?
I'm goin' up the country, baby don't you want to go?
I'm goin' to some place, I've never been
upon a fiery steed?
Late at night, I toss and I turn and I dream of what I need
I need a hero
I'm holding out for a hero 'til the end of the night
to those that wait
Or so they say
I'm so empty
You're all I'm thinking about, about
Oh oh, about, about
Oh oh oh, about, about
Oh oh oh, about, about
Can I? Ok
I'm missing your bed
I never sleep
Avoiding the spots where we'd have to speak
And this bottle of beast is taking me home
I'm
Hey you, you're a wild honey child
I'm out of control
Every time you are near me
I'm a wolf child, baby
And I'm howlin' for you
My heart beats
seem to come true
I'm never letting go, never letting go, never letting go
It's not that easy
I'm never letting go, never letting go, never letting
We could change the whole story of love
Same old play I'm getting tired of
No more acting these predictable roles
Just us living
Unconditional
a "Don't Disturb" on the doorknob
Then I buy a cheap dress every Friday
Cause I go to every show on the weekend
And I gotta look good when I'm reppin' him
He
you've heard
First I'm gonna make it
Then I'm gonna break it
'Til it falls apart
Hating all the faking
And shaking while I'm breaking
Your brittle
style
I'm the type to wine and dine in the candlelight
'Cause just one night could be just so right
Your first riff, is that I'm never home
And you're
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