Lyrics:
mailbox for confessions of love
That ain't never gonna come
You will take the long way, you will take the long way down
You know how to keep me waitin'
All you got to do is know how to love her
You've got to
Hold her
Squeeze her
Never leave her
Now get to her
Got got got to try a little tenderness
remix
(Hello, good morning) let's go
(Hello, good morning) ayo
(Know you've been waiting for it) ayo Skepta
Lemme get on some of this with you, man
to hide
It's not love, I'm running from
It's the heartbreak I know will come
'Cause I know you're no good for me (you're no good for me)
But you've
you've given me
So thank you for standing right by me (I will always love you)
So thank you for being behind me (you are just so amazing)
And watching
you've always known
Same boy you've always known
Think of what the past did
It could've lasted
So put it in your basket
I hope you know a strong man
Who
And now I know
Spanish Harlem are not just pretty words to say
I thought I knew
But now I know that rose trees never grow
In New York City
you just had to meet
Without your clothes
And everybody knows
Everybody knows, everybody knows
That's how it goes
Everybody knows
Everybody
now, if it's true
You got the mind, you got the time
How long are you gonna wait to do what you want to do now
You've been around too long
Not
would never go and chat what we talkin' about
You the only one I know could fit it all in them, man
I always wonder if you ask yourself
Is it just
We hardly need to use our ears
How music changes through the years
Let's hope you never leave, old friend
Like all good things, on you we depend
and any place
And everytime they ask me why I just smile and say
You've got to kiss an angel good mornin'
And let her know you think about her when you
We hardly need to use our ears
How music changes through the years
Let's hope you never leave, old friend
Like all good things, on you we depend
What'll you do when you get lonely
And nobody's waiting by your side?
You've been running and hiding much too long
You know it's just your foolish
know if it's real
But I like the way I feel inside
You've got me feeling emotions
Deeper than I've ever dreamed of, whoa
You've got me feeling
called intermission
And they heard the referee say
Hey, seventeen to nothin'
Ain't exactly nothin'
And you've only got about a minute to play
mrs. jones is 17 and 6 and 24
moderately pretty
she is all the girls you know
we are going far away
we're going for a ride
mr. jones has got
and bad
I know how much we had
I've always been so glad to be with you
Through the years
It's better everyday
You've kissed my tears away
As long
I meet you in warm conversation
We both wake
In lonely beds
In different cities
And time
Is taking its sweet time erasing you
And you've got
Come on in,
You sure look good to me.
Come on in,
I've learned how lonely I can be.
I guess we'll never know just what went wrong
You know
and fight
If you don't know me by now
You will never never never know me
We've all got our
Own funny moods
I've got mine,
Woman you've got yours too
Just
called intermission
And they heard the referee say
Hey, seventeen to nothin'
Ain't exactly nothin'
And you've only got about a minute to play
called intermission
And they heard the referee say
Hey, seventeen to nothin'
Ain't exactly nothin'
And you've only got about a minute to play
right
Just treat me like I treat you
And we'll get along just fine
But, Mister, take one step across that line
And that's a good way
That's a real good
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