Everyday I hear a different story... People saying that you're no good for me... ";Saw your lover with another and she's making a fool of you...";
If you loved me baby you'd deny it; But you laugh and tell me I should try it... Tell me I'm a baby...and I don't understand...
But you know that I'll forgive you, Just this once...twice...forever, 'Cause baby, you could drag me to hell and back, Just as long as we're together. And you do....
CHORUS I don't want your freedom... I don't want to play around... I don't want nobody baby, Part time love just brings me down. I don't want your freedom, Girl, all I want right now is you.
Like a prisoner who has his own key But I can't escape until you love me i just go from day to day knowing all about the other boys You take my hand and tell me I'm a fool to give you all that I do I bet you someday baby someone says the same to you
Родители маленького вундеркинда решили обучать его музыке у известного в прошлом музыканта. После нескольких уроков престарелый маэстро заявил, что его миссия окончена. - Разве он уже научился играть? - спросили удивленные родители. - Нет, просто я забыл, чему учить дальше, - ответил педагог.
