- 'Cause I Like It That Way
Hey Jack, take back
All those lines you're trippin'
That's not who I am
It ain't that quaint
You're composure's slippin'
Right into my hands
('Cause when, just a little bit, just a little bit) I smile
(Just a little bit) You fall hard
- Before Me And You
Every kiss before this
Was nothing by a waste of breath
And every I love you was just a whoop-de-doo
Never knew what I missed before this
Da, doo, doo, doo
Ooo, ooo
- I Will... But
I won't be bored
I won't be ignored
Hey!
I won't be your dirty secret
I won't be your cure-all pill
And I won't run to fetch the water
Just to tumble down the hill
- Mine All Mine
The sun kisses the windowsill and I am still
On my second cup of pity me
It's been a long night chasing ghosts but at the most
It's been a rude awakening
- Something To Talk About
Ooh, ooh, ooh,
People are talkin', talkin' 'bout people,
I hear them whisper, you won't believe it.
They think we're lovers kept under cover,
I just ignore it but they keep sayin' we...
Laugh just a little too loud,
Stand just a little too close,
We stare just a little too long.
- Still Holding Out For You
Never thought I'd be in this place
It's someone else's life I'm living
Wish I were living a lie
The hardest part is when the bough breaks
Falling down and then forgiving
You didn't kiss me good-bye
I'm choking on the words I didn't get to say
And pray I get the chance one day
- This Woman Needs
This woman that takes on the world
And picks up your shirts, keeps it together somehow
This same woman that melts with your touch
Wants you to feel what I'm feeling right now
?Cause this woman needs
A safe place to land
The strength in your hands
- Tinseltown
Big fake snowflakes hanging from the streetlights
Marshmallow children bundled up so tight
Short fuses, long lines, so much for a silent night
Then, magically we all wake up (Once a year we all wake up)
And find ourselves here in our own -
[Chorus]
Tinseltown
- Whose Life Am I In
I've counted every single raisin in my cereal bowl
and every divet in the ceiling
how many half slices of toast will make how many whole?
and how do I escape this feeling?