Sing it out, Boy, you got to see what tomorrow brings. Sing it out, Girl, you got to be what tomorrow needs. For every time. That they want to count
Good girl gone bad Take three Action You have my heart, and we'll never be worlds apart May be in magazines, but you'll still be my star Baby 'cause
You can't touch this You can't touch this You can't touch this You can't touch this My, my, my, my Music hits me so hard Makes me say, "Oh my Lord thank
Blues street winds its way among these buildings blending with the cars and the concrete I can see my people as they hang outside their windows staring
