I saw you in the disco. Last night in San Francisco. The way you used your joystick. It really makes my mouse click. . Come sit down on my laptop. Lets do a little hiphop.
Tears falling slow. From the bridge. into the river below. In your eyes, I start to see. A starry veil,. the ocean of infinity. . Moon and stars above me.
Bounce, bounce, bounce, Jay-Z huh?. Yeah, yeah, yeah, Roc-A-Fella y'all, ha ha. Bounce, bounce, bounce, Roc-A-Fella y'all. Check, check. . Yo, I'm making short term goals, when the weather folds.
What? Well fuck you... bitch. Bounce wit me, wit me, wit me wit me. . Can you bounce wit me, bounce wit me, wit me wit me. Can you bounce wit me, bounce wit me, ge-gi-gi-gi-gi-gi.
(They Long To Be) Close To You. Why do birds suddenly appear. Every time you are near?. Just like me, they long to be. Close to you.. . Why do stars fall down from the sky.
I want to walk away. Like Judas from the table.. Turn my back. And walk away.. . I want to close my eyes. Like that novice at the altar.. Bow my head.
So you found yourself a killer. The one with blue eyes. I guess the bloodstains on the blanket don't lie, don't. . Well I guess I saw it comin'. Like a boy I just kept runnin'.
Are you feeling me groove ya. Do it get right to ya. Do it creep right on up in your bones. . Well it low down and greasy. It comes nice and easy. Put a smile on your face all that long.
Written by: R. Robinson & C. Robinson. . Down and dirty nappy. Tired sad nasty. It's not everlasting. It's bound to turn around. Need a little sweetness.
I've met a lotta friends and been a lotta places. Hung out in Hollywood with all the perfect faces. Girls with dark tans, surfboards and right bands. Sometimes I felt like I could hold the whole world in my hands.
For no special reason. I am leaving you for a while tonight. I'm flying far above you. Still love you. You make things right. . I've been with you before.
I think I'll go home and mull this over. Before I cram it down my throat. At long last it's crashed, its colossal mass. Has broken up into bits in my moat.
So much pain to ease my simple mind. No hope, I've been crucified. And no one seems to care. . Don't you feel like a bitch?. Don't promise shit, you'll never be.
Weatherman says it might hit 95. September's gonna feel more like July. He's callin' for a night that's warm and mild. I think he missed it by a mile.
There's those who turn their nose up. When we play our music loud. Those folks would love to take control. And turn our volume down. But we come from the country.
JE, y'all. Y'all know, yeah, yeah check this out. (Cut somethin', cut somethin'). We gonna let you in on a little Southern lingo. (Cut somethin', cut somethin').
Can we be tight again?. Cause you wanna know something. (Can we? Can we? Can we? ooh). JE y'all. . Can we be tight?. Can we be tight again?. Can we be tight?.
Trailing off the likes of it. She likes it when it grows. Sending out a candidate. She's sinking her foes. Peaking out then leveling. Wherever it goes.
But I try. And I sigh. He didn't listen to you. I felt that way. . Still I try. And I sigh. He wouldn't understand me. I felt that way. . But you're so young.
I didn't understand the things you're going through. I never understood, I really never knew. Carry on. Carry on. The sun will always shine. Carry on.