(Do do do do-do do do! Do do do do-do do do! I rebel music; I rebel music.) Why can't we roam (oh-oh-oh-oh) this open country? (open country) Oh, why
[BABYFACE] BABY DIM THE LIGHTS WHILE I POUR THE WINE SLIP THE MUSIC UP NICE AND SLOW WANNA MOVE WITH U INSIDE A GROOVE LIKE NO ONE'S EVER KNOWN
I get so weak in the knees, I can hardly speak Somethin' 'bout the way you do I get so weak in the knees, I can hardly speak Somethin' 'bout the way you
= Whitney Mission Impossible we were told She'll never join the JAMS ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha Can You Dig it? Can You Dig it? Can You Dig it? Right on!
Yeah A chick-a-doom, chick-a-doom chick-a-doom That's the joint, that's the jam Turn that shit up, play it again That's the joint, that's the jam Turn
Starshipa?¦a?¦ Starship Take Mea?¦a?¦ Take Me Where I Want To Go Out Therea?¦a?¦ Among The Planetsa?¦a?¦ Let A Billion Suns Cast My Shadow Starshipa?¦
Kick out the jams motherfuckers ! Yeah! I, I, I, I, I'm gonna I'm gonna kick 'em out ! Yeah ! Well i feel pretty good And i guess that i could get
They paved paradise and put up a parking lot With a pink hotel, a boutique and a swinging hot spot Don't it always seem to go That you don't know what
There was time for the laughter and time for the rain Time for the people who don't know my name Time for everything, I know it's true And I know that
I'll spread me open, stuck to my ribs Are all your infants in abortion cribs You run like roaches, and you try to die I know your poison, in our space
The clock is a ring on her finger That she checks When she's out of time The cigarette's a spike In the spur of the moment Digging in her side She cuts
I'm in the thick of it, you're in the thick of it We're in the thick of it always. I'm in over my head, you're in over yours We're in over our heads
Starched white shirts, so neatly pressed by domestic muses Feed delusions that everything is working out right But your ribs can't withstand the increasing
Sometimes I just don't know where I'm going to, Yeah, will you help me pass away my time, And sometimes I just can't see any reason to, I have never been
Something she left in me remains imperfect My heart, proceeded to its banishment The blame may hang upon your chest I know all hearts dance with comforts
[Intro: Talkbox] It's sunday night (sunday night). Sunday Night Slow Jam. [Chorus:] It's sunday night. I wanna hold you tight. (let's make love tonight
Sugar, sugar Baby dim the lights So while I pour the wine, set the music up nice and slow Wanna move with you inside a groove Like no one's ever known
Oh, she told the DJ, "Pardon me, I need some Swishahouse Color Changin' Click and Boss Hogg and Wreckin' Yard in my life Well, a 'Slow Loud And Bangin