Wait, wait on the corner I'm coming for ya You know things will change Love is a mistake we made Wasn't a price I wanted to pay I'm yours, I'm yours
I spilled the ink across the page Trying to spell your name So I fold it up and I flick it out Paper Aeroplane It won't fly the seven seas to you 'Cause
I wish I had a mango tree in my backyard With you standin' next to me take the picture 'Cause from her lips I heard her say can I have you? Caught up
My old wooden chair In amongst the flames Alone I clear my throat to speak But I cant say a word Not one This girl knew my name On a wooden bridge It
I don't deserve love I slapped him in the face as he stood by the bed and said i love you he told me i'd taste the pain but i taste it everyday you
I just flew in from the windy city The windy city is mighty pretty But they ain't got what we got No sir'ree They've got private lawns and public parks
Living on a diet of chocolates and cigarettes I wanna call you again I'll drink tea sometimes when it's cold This is getting old, I call you again Still
I got 5 on it, i got 5 whachyou got nigga? damn, i think i got 2 bucks in my sock nigga, well dats dat, fuck it i think i got 3 bucks in my back pack
This afternoon my partner said he needa pack the bull Grab my little thumper just in case I had to clap a goon So ask me if im armed yes I keep it in
[Chorus:] Now love is pouring through the windows Comin' through the door I can feel it creepin' through the cracks in the floor Bouncin' off the walls
There was no room for me in a room full of you There were doors all around, but I couldn't find the keys When we ran out of air We didn't know what to
I used to live in a room full of mirrors All I could see was me Well I took my spirit And I crashed my mirrors Now the whole world is here for me to see
Standing on the side of the road near the overpass With a sign around his neck that says 'Car wash, free balloons', he's a clown in broad daylight He
I'd never met her type, she ignored me and that's alright Never to be friends or my body lie on her floor Her father works, her mother works in exports
I want a full time job makin' love to you I'll do anything you want me to But if you have no plan to use a full time man A part time job will do I want
We need parking lots and we need shopping malls Otherwise we'll die We need more cops and more guns to keep us safe from armed gangs- Or we'll surely
There's gonna be some trouble A whole house will need re-building And everyone I love in the house Will recline on an analyst's couch quite soon Your
There's something about the way you walk There's something about the way you bitch and you nag And you talk, yeah you talk too much There's something