A round of applause, you got what you want Take a good look at what you give up Because I'm telling you A heart can't be unbroken, oh, oh And can you
[Chorus] Got goals, got dreams, I'm infatuated with nice things. I love money, it might seem. This is my desire want and need. All I do is eat shit and
(Carole Bayer Sager/Peter Allen) Don't wish too hard for what you want Or then you might get it And then when you get it You might find you didn't want
You're so desirable I just can't resist you You're so desirable I have to give in That trim resolve I made Has vanished away now I'm happy to say now
Black dress with the tights underneath I've got the breath of a last cigarette on my teeth And she's an actress but she ain't got no need She's got money
I'm not your boyfriend, baby I ain't your cute little sex toy I'm not your lion or your tiger Won't be your nasty little boy I'm not your boyfriend,
Barbecue food is good You invite me out to eat it, I should go But I'm feeling kind of nervous and not quite myself So I'm running late on purpose and
I know now, im searching, im trying not knowing everything gonna be okay gonna be okay for you you seen it, believe it i don't know what she said everything
Hey Howie, where ya been? I've been waitin' since half past ten And you know I got nowhere to go, Unless you take me to that midnight show You showed
You're gone from mean street Each time our eyes meet I want to touch you Sudden attraction Such strange reaction Hold me to you Then you push me
Proud, proud is to hear it all, yeah yeah Proud, ah proud, proud is to watch us fall, yeah yeah Make a wish, make a succotash wish You live the pompous
Well, it was punk fifteen in the mornin' And it was time to stand my ground And as the gawks and stares bombarded me You know, I didn't even hear a sound
(B. Andersson/B. Ulvaeus) People everywhere A sense of expectation hanging in the air Giving out a spark Across the room your eyes are glowing in the
Sitting home alone, thinkin' about my past Wonderin' how I made it and how long it's gonna last Success has come to lots of them, failure's always there
You know you want me You want this? Come, come Come, come on Come on, dance Come on, dance Come on, dance Come on, dance Come on, dance Come on, dance
Ol' catfish in the lake, we called him Big Jim When I was a kid, my only wish was to get my line in him Skipped church one Sunday rowed out and throw'
One for the money, two for the show Three to get it crackin' in the hood, let's go My rhymes pop like them nines That clammy tote, but they rap lackluster
===== Chorus x2 ======== It's the lump in your heart Or the pain in your mind No one cares what the truth is Cause a fortress built on lies ====== Malik