Is there any reason I should keep believing
In the struggle we've been through
Is it any wonder why it's hard to keep trusting you
And now I'm getting older, the fire is getting colder
And it feels like wasting time
Is there any question why I shouldn't let this thing die
I can live without it
Tired of thinking about it anyway
(Quit fucking with my head)
I don't wanna leave it
I just don't think there's a better way
(Everything's been said)
Another go around, another break down
And you won't let it die
I can live without it
I can live without it anyway
I'm broken down and reeling, numb from all the feeling
And it's hard to even cry
How could you even notice when you barely look me in the eyes
The weight that's on my shoulders is like a thousand boulders
Suffocating me inside
Again I'll ask the question, why I shouldn't let this thing die
I can live without it
Tired of thinking about it anyway
(Quit fucking with my head)
I don't wanna leave it
I just don't think there's a better way
(Everything's been said)
Another go around, another break down
And you won't let it die
I can live without it
I can live without it anyway
I can live without it
Tired of thinking about it anyway
(Quit fucking with my head)
I don't wanna leave it
I just don't think there's a better way
I can live without it
Tired of thinking about it anyway
(Quit fucking with my head)
I don't wanna leave it
I just don't think there's a better way
(Everything's been said)
Another go around, another break down
And you won't let it die
I can live without it
I can live without it anyway
I can live without it
I can live without it anyway
I can live without it
I can live without it anyway
But it was Saturday Night......
Prince-Little Red Corvette
I guess I should've known
By the way you parked your car sideways
That it wouldn't last
See, you're the kinda person that believes in makin' out once
Love 'em and leave 'em fast
I guess I must be dumb
'Cause you had a pocket full of horses
Trojan and some of them used
But it was Saturday night, I guess that makes it all right
And you say, "What have I got to lose?"
And honey, I say
Little Red Corvette
Baby, you're much too fast (Oh, oh)
Little Red Corvette
You need a love that's gonna last
I guess I should've closed my eyes
When you drove me to the place where your horses run free
'Cause I felt a little ill when I saw all the pictures
Of the jockeys that were there before me
Believe it or not, I started to worry
I wondered if I had enough class
But it was Saturday night, I guess that makes it all right
And you say: "Baby, have you got enough gas?"
Oh yeah
Little Red Corvette
Baby, you're much too fast
Yes, you are
Little Red Corvette
You need to find a love that's gonna last
Oh oh
Ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh
A body like yours
Oughta be in jail
'Cause it's on the verge of bein' obscene
Now, move over, baby
Gimme the keys
I'm gonna try to tame your little red love machine
Little Red Corvette
Baby, you're much too fast
Little Red Corvette
Need to find a lover that's gonna last
Little Red Corvette (Ooh)
Honey, you got to slow down
(Got to slow down)
Little Red Corvette
'Cause if you don't, you're gonna run your little red corvette
Right in the ground
(Little Red Corvette)
Right down to the ground
(Honey, you got to slow down)
You, you, you got to slow down
(Little Red Corvette)
You're movin' much too fast, too fast
Need to find a love that's gonna last
Oh ooh ooh ooh ooh
Girl, you got an ass like I never seen
And the ride
I say, the ride is so smooth
You must be a Limousine
Oh, baby, you're much too fast
Little Red Corvette
You need a love
You need a love that's, uh, that's gonna last
(Little Red Corvette)
Babe, you got to slow down
(You got to slow down)
Little Red Corvette
'Cause if you don't, 'cause if you don't
You're gonna run your body right into the ground
(Right into the ground)
Right into the ground
(Right into the ground)
Right into the ground
(Right into t okhe ground)
You're talking it all sounds fair
You promise your love how much you care
I'm still listening and still unsure
Your actions are lacking, nothing is clear
No more words
You're telling me you love me while you're looking away
No more words, no more words
And no more promises of love
Remember when the words were new
They carried a meaning, a feeling so true
I'm looking for a long romance
Not a picture of passion or one time chance
No more words
You're telling me you love me while you're looking away
No more words, no more words
And no more promises of love
Don't fool your self
Your empty passion won't satisfy me
I know, so don't pretend that you want me
You don't want me, no
No more words
You're telling me you love me while you're looking away
No more words, no more words
And no more promises of love
We make love, it's all the same
Your eyes show nothing no lover's flame
Don't promise we can work it out
You can leave right now if you're feeling doubt
No more words
You're telling me you love me while you're looking away
No more words, no more words
And no more promises of love
No more words
You're telling me you love me you're looking away
No more words and no more promises
No more words and no more promises
No more words
You're telling me you love me, you're looking away
No more words, no more words
And no more promises of love
No more words and no more promises
No more words and no more promises of love
No more words and no more promises
No more words and no more promises of love
Beach Boys-Sloop John B
I feel so broke up.... I wanna go home.
We come on the sloop John B
My grandfather and me
Around Nassau town we did roam
Drinking all night
Got into a fight
Well I feel so broke up
I want to go home
So hoist up the John B's sail
See how the mainsail sets
Call for the Captain ashore
Let me go home, let me go home
I want to go home, yeah yeah
Well I feel so broke up
I want to go home
The first mate he got drunk
And broke in the Cap'n's trunk
The constable had to come and take him away
Sheriff John Stone
Why don't you leave me alone, yeah yeah
Well I feel so broke up, I want to go home
So hoist up the John B's sail
So hoist up the John B's sail
See how the mainsail sets
See how the mainsail sets
Call for the Captain ashore
Let me go home, let me go home
I want to go home, let me go home
Why don't you let me go home
(Hoist up the John B's sail)
Hoist up the John B's sail
Hoist up the John B's sail
I feel so broke up, I want to go home
(Let me go home)
The poor cook he caught the fits
And threw away all my grits
And then he took and he ate up all of my corn
Let me go home
Why don't they let me go home
This is the worst trip I've ever been on
So hoist up the John B's sail
So hoist up the John B's sail
See how the mainsail sets
See how the mainsail sets
Call for the Captain ashore
Let me go home, let me go home
I wanna go home, let me go home
Why don't you let me go home
Well I feel so broke up, I want to go home
I want to go home
Let me go home
Why don't you let me go home
Well I feel so broke up, I want to go home
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