A little bit of rain wouldn't make the news. You'd mix champagne with mountain dew. You'd keep the name that was given to you. And if we played a game somebody's gonna lose.
Like big love, black love, white love, your love. Here we go. Sit back, hold up, open up, just enjoy the show. Like ice cream, whip cream, nasty dreams.
Just when you think you've got it figured out. It comes along and hits you in the mouth. You think your day can't get no worse. Your Heaven falls and hits you where it hurts.