over But you need love to show you your way Don't cry for me Don't you cry Don't cry Don't cry for me Don't cry Don't cry for me
using to keep myself from losing, yea You don't know what I've been through (oooh) Hell I might go through you (ghetto boy that, won't eat, tonight) Uh
One day you say you love me The next you tell me you don't One day you say you will And the next you tell me you won't Hey little baby There ain't much
Questions lead to answers in time Why you're so cold I know you're hurt, inside Want someone to blame for the tears you cry Ain't gonna be me Not this
notion I love you You can stay for a while But don't pledge devotion I never said get inside my head I love you I love you I hate you Don't mean to
I could fly Don't you know that if I could fly I'd take to the sky And oh if I could fly I said oh if I could fly Don't you know that if I could fly
with such precision Longer legs than any girl I know Swishing down the old kent road, with her hips on overload Making sure the lonliness don't show
To Be Reborn - Boy George (O'Dowd/Dozier) Get off your knees Don't apologise Cause I ain't got time For no more lies You know the answer I gave it to
cry Nowhere else to hide those Dirty little thoughts of mine No angel trying to love you, no way I wouldn't put that by your side I ain't, I ain't above
when you're near I don't know where you are I was wrong to show my weaker side Now it's much too late to cry cry cry I was blind to put my trust in
'd get my reward in time Backing up the street with the smell of sweet sensation Didn't want to be another dime Hidden in the pocket of some unfortunate nation Didn't have no money, sure didn't
of Jesus Let me cry into my tears You're always leaving And I'm buying all your fear Now you're walking around Like some broken apostle Don't you know
Dazzle and razzlin' broads like I'm little Juan Magic Magnetically handle mics, they don't drop Top drama every time these commas don't drop Pop spots
using to keep myself from losing, yea You don't know what I've been through (oooh) Hell I might go through you (ghetto boy that, won't eat, tonight)
AUTHOR: Sage Francis Chorus Verse One: Who wants to play a game? / Game Boy / Boy George / George Bush / Bush pie / Pie plate / Plate Tectonics / Catch
ed] Big ed is on your side with that nine [silkk] And the pippen [big ed] The kamakaze, these suckers really don't know me, the o.g. Rolling with king george
call me chicken George I'm tired of muthafuckas fuckin' over me How can I find a way to make some real money? But you don't feel me, I was tired of
man Simply dre': If it don't make dollars, don't make sense I'm just a playa with some game trying to get ends If it don't make dollars don't make sense
