Me, oh my, you thought you had something strong Me, oh my, it turned out that you were wrong Me, oh my, your luck seems to be no more Frightened to get
Having troubles telling how I feel But I can dance, dance, dance Couldn't possibly tell you how I mean But I can dance, dance, dance So when I trip on
If you're going abroad I can't help you If you're crossing the street I might be there If you're going abroad I can't help you If you're crossing the
Working in the corner Peeking over shoulders Waiting for my time to come Working in the corner One day to the other Butter for my piece of bun Working
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Hands down, I'm too proud for love But with
Oh missing man, where have you gone? I miss you much, I miss you long So many men, where did you go? Overseas or under chairs? Oh lover boy you're hiding
Follow these instructions Do exactly as I do Lean your shoulders forward Let your hands slide over to my side Move your body closer Let your heart meet
Ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh I sit tight, don't wanna miss the show I hang on, don't wanna miss
Ooh, I'm standing in the corner Thinking all I want to What am I to do? Should I go home still sober Should I buy me another glass of wine And forget
Watch my back so I make sure You're right behind me as before Yesterday the night before tomorrow Dry my eyes so you won't know Dry my eyes so I won't
Oh, thunder in my heart These razors cutting sharp And leaves me with an ever bleeding scar So soft, so suddenly So that I cannot breathe I'm drawn into
I can't get that trumpet out of my head I can't get that trumpet out of my head I woke up and I can't get that trumpet out of my head And you say you
I sleep with windows open I sleep with eyes wide In case you would come walking In case you change your mind But don't strain yourself for me Don't break
Let it fall, let it fall Let it fall, let it fall So I weep, so I weep So I weep, so I weep In weakest moments I weep 'Cause I like the way tears fit
CHORUS-(Sean Kingston) There she go Sliding down a pole Got a young Ni**a lookin' like "Whoa" I lied about my age and I hope she doesn't know Cuz I'm
I used to live in New York City Everything there was dark and dirty Outside my window was a steeple With a clock that always said twelve thirty Young
Strange young girls Covered with sadness Eyes of innocence Hiding their madness Walking the strip Sweet, soft and placid Offering their youth On the
(John Phillips) I used to live in New York City; Everything there was dark and dirty. Outside my window was a steeple With a clock that always said twelve