i don't know if the things we love will be here past today I don't know where our lives begin and where they end up lying i don't know if we're giving
no media coverage 'Cause I don't want it, that's why I'm rarely seen in public If I were you I wouldn't waste time readin' rubbish It might turn you into
Craft, Craft Lover I don't want it, that's why I'm rarely seen in public If I were you I wouldn't waste time readin' rubbish I don't care what you say
crucial, you on T.V. with Brandy saying you I don't you know like I used to You choose to, be complaining and it just doesn't pass well but chicks be
cutting remarks Are captured here in my quotation marks Don't tell me you don't know the difference Between a lover and a fighter With my pen and my electric
gonna be I can be hell's lover boy You can stand right on my feet At top of our love Stand at the top of our love I don't believe in being lonely Old
we love no past Grandma don't know where all her great grandchildren are Oh, and I I don't know Everywhere I go Sorrow is as thin as an electric mandolin
believe, uh huh Don't stop, your gonna get it (Slow Motion) Don't stop you know your gonna get it (Slow Motion) Don't stop get it get it (Slow Motion) Don't
You don't know what's on my mind, the way that I need you I'm gonna make you mine the next time I see you Cause I know that I can wait and one day you
eighties. But I'm losing my edge. I'm losing my edge, but I was there. I was there. But I was there. I'm losing my edge. I'm losing my edge. I
couldn't get me in a car. I don't know what type of man ya are. You might know karate do me and get away I got a glimpse of your license plate N-W-A." [
's why I got the electric eye Never ever compromised I got an ancient pain I lost my wings and fell to earth And then I wouldn't stay in my golden
crack There must be some way back To love and only love Electrical storm, electrical storm Electrical storm Baby don't cry, baby don't cry Baby don't cry, baby don't
of me You're my lover, my heroine, my conscience and my voice And I know that I have learned to let you in, I will never have to be alone Television
Aceyalone] Sticks and stones, flesh and bones +Organic Electricity+ chromosomes I'm home alone, but not by choice I pick up the phone and I hear a
I don't know why she does all this It's making her see that I don't want you always And I won't hold your hand I won't give you flowers I just wanna
books Yeah, we've given you The best seats in the house So don't be late St. Peter is at the door And he ain't no man to wait Hello, all you losers