I just can't believe all the things people say
Controversy
Am I black or white? Am I straight or gay?
Controversy
Do I believe in God? Do I believe in me?
Controversy
Controversy
Controversy
I can't understand human curiosity
Controversy
Was it good for you? Was I what you wanted me to be?
Controversy
Do you get high? Does your daddy cry?
Controversy
Controversy
Controversy
Do I believe in God? Do I believe in me? (Yeah, yeah)
Some people want to die so they can be free
I said, life is just a game, we're all just the same
Do you want to play?
Yeah, oh, yeah
Controversy
Controversy
Controversy
Controversy
Ooh (ooh)
Ooh
Controversy
Controversy
Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy Name
Thy kingdom come, thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven
Give us this day our daily bread and forgive us our trespasses
As we forgive those who trespass against us
Lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil
For thine is the kingdom, and the power and the glory, forever and ever
Controversy
Controversy
Controversy
Controversy
Love him, love him, baby
Controversy
Controversy
Controversy
Oh, yeah, yeah, controversy
Controversy, oh, yeah
Controversy
Listen
People call me rude, I wish we all were nude
I wish there was no black and white, I wish there were no rules
People call me rude, I wish we all were nude
I wish there was no black and white, I wish there were no rules
People call me rude, I wish we all were nude
I wish there was no black and white, I wish there were no rules
People call me rude, I wish we all were nude
I wish there was no black and white, I wish there were no rules
Ah, ye, hey
Controversy
Oh, yeah, controversy
Do I believe in God, do I believe in me?
Let me tell ya
Some people want to die so they can be free
I said life is just a game, we're all just the same
Don't ya want to play?
Controversy
Controversy
Controversy
Controversy
Prince - Hits 2 Album Lyrics
Prince - Hits 2 Lyrics
Writer: Prince Rogers Nelson
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Cream
Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm
Ah
Ah
This is it
It's time for you to go to the wire
You will hit
'Cause you got the burnin' desire
It's your time (time)
You got the horn so why don't you blow it
You are fine (fine)
You're filthy cute and baby you know it
Ooh
Cream
Get on top
Cream
You will cop
Cream
Don't you stop
Cream
Sha boogie bop
You're so good
Baby there ain't nobody better (ain't nobody better)
So you should
Never, ever go by the letter (never ever)
You're so cool (cool)
Everything you do is success (mmhmm)
Ooh, make the rules (rules)
Then break them all 'cause you are the best (mmhmm)
Yes you are
Cream
Get on top
Cream
You will cop
Cream
Don't you stop
Cream
Sha boogie bop
Look up in the air, it's your guitar
Ah, ah, ah
Do your dance
Why should you wait any longer?
Take a chance
It could only make ya stronger
It's your time (it's your time)
You got the horn so why don't you blow it (go on and blow it)
You're so fine (you're so fine)
You're filthy cute and baby you know it (you know it)
Come on
Cream
Get on top
Cream
You will cop
Cream
Don't you ever stop
Cream
Sha boogie bop
Cream
Cream
Cream
Sha boogie bop
Cream
Cream
Right there
Cream
Don't you stop
Cream
Sha boogie bop
Sha boogie
Ah
haha ah
Cream, sha boogie
Ah
Ah
This is it
It's time for you to go to the wire
You will hit
'Cause you got the burnin' desire
It's your time (time)
You got the horn so why don't you blow it
You are fine (fine)
You're filthy cute and baby you know it
Ooh
Cream
Get on top
Cream
You will cop
Cream
Don't you stop
Cream
Sha boogie bop
You're so good
Baby there ain't nobody better (ain't nobody better)
So you should
Never, ever go by the letter (never ever)
You're so cool (cool)
Everything you do is success (mmhmm)
Ooh, make the rules (rules)
Then break them all 'cause you are the best (mmhmm)
Yes you are
Cream
Get on top
Cream
You will cop
Cream
Don't you stop
Cream
Sha boogie bop
Look up in the air, it's your guitar
Ah, ah, ah
Do your dance
Why should you wait any longer?
Take a chance
It could only make ya stronger
It's your time (it's your time)
You got the horn so why don't you blow it (go on and blow it)
You're so fine (you're so fine)
You're filthy cute and baby you know it (you know it)
Come on
Cream
Get on top
Cream
You will cop
Cream
Don't you ever stop
Cream
Sha boogie bop
Cream
Cream
Cream
Sha boogie bop
Cream
Cream
Right there
Cream
Don't you stop
Cream
Sha boogie bop
Sha boogie
Ah
haha ah
Cream, sha boogie
Writer: Prince Rogers Nelson
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Sentric Music, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Sentric Music, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Dirty Mind
There's something about u, baby
It happens all the time
Whenever I'm around u, baby
I get a dirty mind
It doesn't matter where we are
It doesn't matter who's around
It doesn't matter
I just wanna lay ya down
In my daddy's car
It's you I really wanna drive
But you never go too far
I may not be your kind of man
I may not be your style
But honey all I wanna do
Is just love you for a little while
If you got the time
I'll give you some money
To buy a dirty mind
Don't misunderstand me
I never fool around
But honey you got me on my knees
Won't you please let me lay ya down (down, down, down, ...)
I really get a dirty mind (mind, mind, mind, ...)
Whenever you're around
It happens to me everytime (time, time, time, ...)
You just gotta let me lay ya
Gotta let me lay ya, lay ya
You just gotta let me lay ya
Gotta let me lay ya down
In my daddy's car
It's you I really wanna drive
Underneath the stars
I really get a dirty mind
Whenever you're around
I don't wanna hurt you, baby
I only want to lay you down
It happens all the time
Whenever I'm around u, baby
I get a dirty mind
It doesn't matter where we are
It doesn't matter who's around
It doesn't matter
I just wanna lay ya down
In my daddy's car
It's you I really wanna drive
But you never go too far
I may not be your kind of man
I may not be your style
But honey all I wanna do
Is just love you for a little while
If you got the time
I'll give you some money
To buy a dirty mind
Don't misunderstand me
I never fool around
But honey you got me on my knees
Won't you please let me lay ya down (down, down, down, ...)
I really get a dirty mind (mind, mind, mind, ...)
Whenever you're around
It happens to me everytime (time, time, time, ...)
You just gotta let me lay ya
Gotta let me lay ya, lay ya
You just gotta let me lay ya
Gotta let me lay ya down
In my daddy's car
It's you I really wanna drive
Underneath the stars
I really get a dirty mind
Whenever you're around
I don't wanna hurt you, baby
I only want to lay you down
Writer: MATTHEW ROBERT FINK, PRINCE ROGERS NELSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management
Gett Off
How can I put this in a way so as not to offend or unnerve
There's a rumor goin' all round that u ain't been gettin' served
They say that u ain't u know what
In baby who knows how long
It's hard 4 me 2 say what's right
When all I wanna do is wrong
Gett off - 23 positions in a 1 night stand
Gett off - I'll only call u after if u say I can
Gett off - let a woman be a woman and a man be a man
Gett off - I u want 2 baby here I am (Here I am)
I clocked the jizz from a friend
Of yours named Vanessa Bet (Bet)
She said u told her a fantasy
That got her all wet (Wet)
Something about a little box with a
Mirror and a tongue inside
What she told me then got me so hot
I knew that we could slide
Gett off - 23 positions in a 1 night stand
Gett off - I'll only call u after if u say I can
Gett off - let a woman be a woman and a man be a man
Gett off - I u want 2 baby here I am (Here I am)
Gett off (Gett off)
1 2 3 - Nah, little cutie, I ain't drinkin' (Gett off)
Scope this, I was just thinkin'
U + me, what a ride
If u was thinkin' the same
We could continue outside (Gett off)
Lay your pretty body against a parkin' meter
Strip your dress down
Like I was strippin' a Peter Paul's Almond Joy
Lemme show u baby I'm a talented boy
Everybody grab a body
Pump it like u want somebody
Gett off (Gett off)
So here we-so here we-so here we are, here we are (G-G-Gett off)
In my paisley crib
Whatcha want 2 eat? "Ribs"
Ha, toy, I don't serve ribs...
U better be happy that dress is still on
I heard the rip when u sat down
Honey them hips is gone
That's alright, I clock 'em that way
Remind me of something James used to say...
"I like 'em fat"
"I like 'em proud"
"Ya gotta have a mother for me"
Now move your big ass 'round this way
So I can work on that zipper, baby
Tonight your a star
And I'm the big dipper
(Kick it)
(Gett off)
(Gett off)
How can I put this in a way so as not to offend or unnerve (Gett off)
There's a rumor goin' all round that u ain't been gettin' served (Gett off)
They say that u ain't u know what
In baby who knows how long (Gett off)
It's hard 4 me 2 say what's right
When all I wanna do is wrong
Gett off - 23 positions in a 1 night stand
Gett off - I'll only call u after if u say I can
Gett off - let a woman be a woman and a man be a man
Gett off - I u want 2 baby here I am
Come on
Gett off
Gett off
Gett off
Gett off
Gett off
Gett off
Gett off
Gett off
There's a rumor goin' all round that u ain't been gettin' served
They say that u ain't u know what
In baby who knows how long
It's hard 4 me 2 say what's right
When all I wanna do is wrong
Gett off - 23 positions in a 1 night stand
Gett off - I'll only call u after if u say I can
Gett off - let a woman be a woman and a man be a man
Gett off - I u want 2 baby here I am (Here I am)
I clocked the jizz from a friend
Of yours named Vanessa Bet (Bet)
She said u told her a fantasy
That got her all wet (Wet)
Something about a little box with a
Mirror and a tongue inside
What she told me then got me so hot
I knew that we could slide
Gett off - 23 positions in a 1 night stand
Gett off - I'll only call u after if u say I can
Gett off - let a woman be a woman and a man be a man
Gett off - I u want 2 baby here I am (Here I am)
Gett off (Gett off)
1 2 3 - Nah, little cutie, I ain't drinkin' (Gett off)
Scope this, I was just thinkin'
U + me, what a ride
If u was thinkin' the same
We could continue outside (Gett off)
Lay your pretty body against a parkin' meter
Strip your dress down
Like I was strippin' a Peter Paul's Almond Joy
Lemme show u baby I'm a talented boy
Everybody grab a body
Pump it like u want somebody
Gett off (Gett off)
So here we-so here we-so here we are, here we are (G-G-Gett off)
In my paisley crib
Whatcha want 2 eat? "Ribs"
Ha, toy, I don't serve ribs...
U better be happy that dress is still on
I heard the rip when u sat down
Honey them hips is gone
That's alright, I clock 'em that way
Remind me of something James used to say...
"I like 'em fat"
"I like 'em proud"
"Ya gotta have a mother for me"
Now move your big ass 'round this way
So I can work on that zipper, baby
Tonight your a star
And I'm the big dipper
(Kick it)
(Gett off)
(Gett off)
How can I put this in a way so as not to offend or unnerve (Gett off)
There's a rumor goin' all round that u ain't been gettin' served (Gett off)
They say that u ain't u know what
In baby who knows how long (Gett off)
It's hard 4 me 2 say what's right
When all I wanna do is wrong
Gett off - 23 positions in a 1 night stand
Gett off - I'll only call u after if u say I can
Gett off - let a woman be a woman and a man be a man
Gett off - I u want 2 baby here I am
Come on
Gett off
Gett off
Gett off
Gett off
Gett off
Gett off
Gett off
Gett off
Writer: ARLESTER CHRISTIAN, PRINCE ROGERS NELSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Head
I remember when I met u, baby
U were on you're way to be wed
U were such a sexy thing
I loved the way you walked The things you said
And I was so non-chalant
I didn't want you to be mis-led
But I've gotta have u, baby
I got to have you in my bed
And you said
"But I just a virgin And I'm on my way to be wed
But you're such a hunk
So full of spunk,
I'll give you Head
Til you're burning up
Head
Til you get enough
Head
Til you're love is red
Head
Love you til you're dead
U know you're good, girl
I think you like to go down
U wouldn't have stopped
But I, I came on your wedding gown
And you said, "I must confess,
I wanna get undressed and go to bed."
With that I jammed, you fool,
U married me instead
Now morning, noon, and night
I give u
Head
Til you're burning up
Head
Til you get enough
Head
Til you're love is red
Head Love you til you're dead
Ooh yeah, ooh yeah, ooh yeah
Head, Head, Head, oh, Head, oh
Head
Till you're burning up
Head
Til you get enough
Head
Til your love is red
Head
Love you til you're dead
Head, Head, Head
(Ooh, baby, no)
Head, Head
Ooh, Head Head
(U said I could)
Head
Head
U were on you're way to be wed
U were such a sexy thing
I loved the way you walked The things you said
And I was so non-chalant
I didn't want you to be mis-led
But I've gotta have u, baby
I got to have you in my bed
And you said
"But I just a virgin And I'm on my way to be wed
But you're such a hunk
So full of spunk,
I'll give you Head
Til you're burning up
Head
Til you get enough
Head
Til you're love is red
Head
Love you til you're dead
U know you're good, girl
I think you like to go down
U wouldn't have stopped
But I, I came on your wedding gown
And you said, "I must confess,
I wanna get undressed and go to bed."
With that I jammed, you fool,
U married me instead
Now morning, noon, and night
I give u
Head
Til you're burning up
Head
Til you get enough
Head
Til you're love is red
Head Love you til you're dead
Ooh yeah, ooh yeah, ooh yeah
Head, Head, Head, oh, Head, oh
Head
Till you're burning up
Head
Til you get enough
Head
Til your love is red
Head
Love you til you're dead
Head, Head, Head
(Ooh, baby, no)
Head, Head
Ooh, Head Head
(U said I could)
Head
Head
Writer: PRINCE ROGERS NELSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
I Wanna Be Your Lover
I ain't got no money
I ain't like those other guys you hang around
And it's kinda funny
But they always seem to let you down
And I get discouraged
'cause I never see you anymore
And I need your love, babe yeah
That's all I'm living for, yeah
I didn't wanna pressure you, baby
But all I ever wanted to do
I wanna be your lover
I wanna be the only one that makes you come running
I wanna be your lover
I wanna turn you on, turn you out, all night long, make you shout
Oh, lover! Yeah
I wanna be the only one you come for
I wanna be your brother
I wanna be your mother and your sister, too
There ain't no other
That can do the things that I'll do to you
And I get discouraged
'cause you treat me just like a child
And they say I'm so shy, yeah
But with you I just go wild!
I didn't wanna pressure you, baby. No!
But all I ever wanted to do
I wanna be your lover
I wanna be the only one that makes you come running
I wanna be your lover
I wanna turn you on, turn you out, all night long make you shout
Oh, lover! Yeah
I wanna be the only one you come for, yeah
I ain't like those other guys you hang around
And it's kinda funny
But they always seem to let you down
And I get discouraged
'cause I never see you anymore
And I need your love, babe yeah
That's all I'm living for, yeah
I didn't wanna pressure you, baby
But all I ever wanted to do
I wanna be your lover
I wanna be the only one that makes you come running
I wanna be your lover
I wanna turn you on, turn you out, all night long, make you shout
Oh, lover! Yeah
I wanna be the only one you come for
I wanna be your brother
I wanna be your mother and your sister, too
There ain't no other
That can do the things that I'll do to you
And I get discouraged
'cause you treat me just like a child
And they say I'm so shy, yeah
But with you I just go wild!
I didn't wanna pressure you, baby. No!
But all I ever wanted to do
I wanna be your lover
I wanna be the only one that makes you come running
I wanna be your lover
I wanna turn you on, turn you out, all night long make you shout
Oh, lover! Yeah
I wanna be the only one you come for, yeah
Writer: PRINCE ROGERS NELSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management
If I Was Your Girlfriend
"Look at the bargains over here, ladies..."
If I was your girlfriend
Would U remember 2 tell me all the things U forgot
When I was your man?
Hey, when I was your man
If I was your best friend
Would U let me take care of U and do all the things
That only a best friend can
Only best friends can
If I was your girlfriend
If I was your girlfriend
If I was your girlfriend
Would U let me dress U
I mean, help U pick out your clothes
Before we go out
Not that you're helpless
But sometimes, sometimes
Those are the things that bein' in love's about
If I was your one and only friend
Would U run 2 me if somebody hurt U
Even if that somebody was me?
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be
Please
If I was your girlfriend
If I was your girlfriend
Would U let me wash your hair
Could I make U breakfast sometime
Or then, could we just hang out, I mean
Could we go 2 a movie and cry together
Cuz 2 me baby that would be so fine
If I was your girlfriend
Baby can I dress U
I mean, help U pick out your clothes
Before we go out
(If I was your girlfriend)
Listen girl, I ain't sayin you're helpless
But sometimes, sometimes
Those are the things that bein' in love's about (sugar)
Sugar do U know what I'm saying 2 U this evening? (sugar)
Maybe U think I'm being
a little self-centered (if I was your girlfriend)
But I, I said I want 2 be (sugar)
all of the things U are 2 me (sugar)
Surely, surely U can see (if I was your girlfriend)
{{title repeated in background}}
Is it really necessary 4 me 2 go out of the room
just because U wanna undress?
I mean, we don't have 2 make children 2 make love
And then, we don't have 2 make love 2 have an orgasm
Your body's what I'm all about
Can I see U?
I'll show U
Why not?
U can think it's because I'm your friend I'll do it 4 U
Of course I'll undress in front of U!
And when I'm naked, what shall I do?
How can I make U see that it's cool?
Can't U just trust me?
If I was your girlfriend U could
Oh, yeah, I think so
Listen, 4 U naked I would dance a ballet
Would that get U off?
Then tell me what will!
If I was your girlfriend, would U tell me?
Would U let me see U naked then?
Would U let me give U a bath?
Would U let me tickle U so hard U'd laugh and laugh
And would U, would U let me kiss U there
You know down there where it counts
I'll do it so good I swear I'll drink every ounce
And then I'll hold U tight and hold U long
And together we'll stare into silence
And we'll try 2 imagine what it looks like
Yeah, we'll try 2 imagine what, what silence looks like
Yeah, we'll try 2 imagine what silence looks like
Yeah, we'll try?
If I was your girlfriend
Would U remember 2 tell me all the things U forgot
When I was your man?
Hey, when I was your man
If I was your best friend
Would U let me take care of U and do all the things
That only a best friend can
Only best friends can
If I was your girlfriend
If I was your girlfriend
If I was your girlfriend
Would U let me dress U
I mean, help U pick out your clothes
Before we go out
Not that you're helpless
But sometimes, sometimes
Those are the things that bein' in love's about
If I was your one and only friend
Would U run 2 me if somebody hurt U
Even if that somebody was me?
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be
Please
If I was your girlfriend
If I was your girlfriend
Would U let me wash your hair
Could I make U breakfast sometime
Or then, could we just hang out, I mean
Could we go 2 a movie and cry together
Cuz 2 me baby that would be so fine
If I was your girlfriend
Baby can I dress U
I mean, help U pick out your clothes
Before we go out
(If I was your girlfriend)
Listen girl, I ain't sayin you're helpless
But sometimes, sometimes
Those are the things that bein' in love's about (sugar)
Sugar do U know what I'm saying 2 U this evening? (sugar)
Maybe U think I'm being
a little self-centered (if I was your girlfriend)
But I, I said I want 2 be (sugar)
all of the things U are 2 me (sugar)
Surely, surely U can see (if I was your girlfriend)
{{title repeated in background}}
Is it really necessary 4 me 2 go out of the room
just because U wanna undress?
I mean, we don't have 2 make children 2 make love
And then, we don't have 2 make love 2 have an orgasm
Your body's what I'm all about
Can I see U?
I'll show U
Why not?
U can think it's because I'm your friend I'll do it 4 U
Of course I'll undress in front of U!
And when I'm naked, what shall I do?
How can I make U see that it's cool?
Can't U just trust me?
If I was your girlfriend U could
Oh, yeah, I think so
Listen, 4 U naked I would dance a ballet
Would that get U off?
Then tell me what will!
If I was your girlfriend, would U tell me?
Would U let me see U naked then?
Would U let me give U a bath?
Would U let me tickle U so hard U'd laugh and laugh
And would U, would U let me kiss U there
You know down there where it counts
I'll do it so good I swear I'll drink every ounce
And then I'll hold U tight and hold U long
And together we'll stare into silence
And we'll try 2 imagine what it looks like
Yeah, we'll try 2 imagine what, what silence looks like
Yeah, we'll try 2 imagine what silence looks like
Yeah, we'll try?
Writer: PRINCE ROGERS NELSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Kiss
U don't have 2 be beautiful
2 turn me on
I just need your body baby
From dusk till dawn
U don't need experience
2 turn me out
U just leave it all up 2 me
I'm gonna show u what it's all about
U don't have 2 be rich
2 be my girl
U don't have 2 be cool
2 rule my world
Ain't no particular sign I'm more compatible with
I just want your extra time and your
Kiss
U got to not talk dirty, baby
If u wanna impress me
U can't be 2 flirty, mama
I know how 2 undress me (Yeah)
I want 2 be your fantasy
Maybe u could be mine
U just leave it all up to me
We could have a good time
U don't have 2 be rich
2 be my girl
U don't have 2 be cool
2 rule my world
Ain't no particular sign I'm more compatible with
I just want your extra time and your
Kiss
Yes
I think I wanna dance
Gotta, Gotta
Little girl Wendy's parade
Gotta, gotta, gotta
Women not girls rule my world
I said they rule my world
Act your age, mama (Not your shoe size)
Not your shoe size
Maybe we could do the twirl
U don't have 2 watch Dynasty
2 have an attitude
U just leave it all up 2 me
My love will be your food
Yeah
U don't have 2 be rich
2 be my girl
U don't have 2 be cool
2 rule my world
Ain't no particular sign I'm more compatible with
I just want your extra time and your
Kiss
2 turn me on
I just need your body baby
From dusk till dawn
U don't need experience
2 turn me out
U just leave it all up 2 me
I'm gonna show u what it's all about
U don't have 2 be rich
2 be my girl
U don't have 2 be cool
2 rule my world
Ain't no particular sign I'm more compatible with
I just want your extra time and your
Kiss
U got to not talk dirty, baby
If u wanna impress me
U can't be 2 flirty, mama
I know how 2 undress me (Yeah)
I want 2 be your fantasy
Maybe u could be mine
U just leave it all up to me
We could have a good time
U don't have 2 be rich
2 be my girl
U don't have 2 be cool
2 rule my world
Ain't no particular sign I'm more compatible with
I just want your extra time and your
Kiss
Yes
I think I wanna dance
Gotta, Gotta
Little girl Wendy's parade
Gotta, gotta, gotta
Women not girls rule my world
I said they rule my world
Act your age, mama (Not your shoe size)
Not your shoe size
Maybe we could do the twirl
U don't have 2 watch Dynasty
2 have an attitude
U just leave it all up 2 me
My love will be your food
Yeah
U don't have 2 be rich
2 be my girl
U don't have 2 be cool
2 rule my world
Ain't no particular sign I'm more compatible with
I just want your extra time and your
Kiss
Writer: Prince Rogers Nelson
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Peach
Uh, oh, here she come
She got them gold hot pants on again
Yeah, man
I wanna talk, but I dunno
She's a Peach
She was dark, she was tan
She made me glad to be a man
She was young, she was smart
Just one glance and she stole my heart
The kinda girl you wanna teach
She's a Peach
Summertime, feelin' fine, getting wild
All that's on my mind
Here she come, dressed in red
Get her done, is all that's in my head
Her hot pants can't hide her cheeks
She's a Peach
She was pure, every ounce
I was sure when her titties bounced
Every way, she's a winner
Turn a gay preacher to a sinner
No one you want your mama meet
She's a Peach
This is a girl plays hard to get
I would die if I kissed her
I would try, but I'm last on her list
She's so cool and I'm so ugly
I'd be a fool to think she could love me
This kinda girl's always out of reach
She's a Peach
Peach
She got them gold hot pants on again
Yeah, man
I wanna talk, but I dunno
She's a Peach
She was dark, she was tan
She made me glad to be a man
She was young, she was smart
Just one glance and she stole my heart
The kinda girl you wanna teach
She's a Peach
Summertime, feelin' fine, getting wild
All that's on my mind
Here she come, dressed in red
Get her done, is all that's in my head
Her hot pants can't hide her cheeks
She's a Peach
She was pure, every ounce
I was sure when her titties bounced
Every way, she's a winner
Turn a gay preacher to a sinner
No one you want your mama meet
She's a Peach
This is a girl plays hard to get
I would die if I kissed her
I would try, but I'm last on her list
She's so cool and I'm so ugly
I'd be a fool to think she could love me
This kinda girl's always out of reach
She's a Peach
Peach
Writer: PRINCE ROGERS NELSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Pope
(U don't understand, I ain't scared of u mutha f*ckas) [Kick it!]
(Stir it like coffee)
The Pope
(Stir it like muthaf*ckin' coffee)
The Pope
(The hell)
This is the Pope
Oh, your car got mags that be dippy dippy dope
But the whole damn nation got the same
Honey only flock 2 the bee that's the Pope
Not the President with government lame
Put me on a slow movin' parlimentary hackin' bandwagon
U could put me little ass in the grave
Everytime u want it I'll be live, bring a date
I mean computer when its over press save
So u can be the President (U can be the President) [Kick it]
I'd rather be the Pope (Rather be the Pope)
(I'd rather be... so happy)
Yeah u can be the side effect (U can be the side effect)
I'd rather be the dope (Rather be the dope)
(I ain't scared of u mutha f*ckers) [Kick it]
Call your girl named Sally and u figure u were chill (Chill)
Then u find out I'm the reason Sally's on the Pill (Pill)
What am I supposed to do when the President can't get nothing passed
Find an alley, find an alley
Undress Sally right in front of your ass
(Well she helped me once again)
I say u can be the President (U can be the President) [Kick it]
I'd rather be the Pope (Rather be the Pope)
(I'd rather be... so help me)
Yeah u can be the side effect (U can be the side effect)
I'd rather be the dope (Rather be the dope)
(F*ck that)
The Pope
(Oh no motherf*cker, not today)
Pope
U can be the President (Rather be the Pope)
So help me
Who's the funky drummer with the crooked little sticks (Sticks)
He might have better luck if he was drummin' with his dick (Dick?)
If u don't play the piccolo, why u wanna lick?
(Ch-check) Now check the drum solo and tell me not to kick it
(Seek and destroy. It'll f*ck u up)
I love the taste of unpredictable licks
A loop is a loop is a loop
A loop is a loop is a loop [F*ck that]
A loop is a loop is a loop is a loop is a loop is a loop is a loop
Your car got mags that be dippy dippy dope
But the whole damn nation got the same
Honey only flock 2 the bee that's the Pope
Not the President with government lame
Put me on a slow movin' parlimentary hackin' bandwagon
U could put me little ass in the grave
Everytime u want it I'll be live, bring a date
I mean computer when its over press save
(So) So u can be the president (U can be the President) [Kick it]
I'd rather be the pope (Rather be the Pope)
(I wanna be... so happy)
U can be the side effect (U can be the side effect)
I'd rather be the dope (U, u, u) [U can be the dope]
The Pope
U can be the President (F*ck that)
Rather be the Pope
Baby, so help me please
Press Save
I Love u
Peace
(U don't understand)
(Stir it like coffee)
The Pope
(Stir it like muthaf*ckin' coffee)
The Pope
(The hell)
This is the Pope
Oh, your car got mags that be dippy dippy dope
But the whole damn nation got the same
Honey only flock 2 the bee that's the Pope
Not the President with government lame
Put me on a slow movin' parlimentary hackin' bandwagon
U could put me little ass in the grave
Everytime u want it I'll be live, bring a date
I mean computer when its over press save
So u can be the President (U can be the President) [Kick it]
I'd rather be the Pope (Rather be the Pope)
(I'd rather be... so happy)
Yeah u can be the side effect (U can be the side effect)
I'd rather be the dope (Rather be the dope)
(I ain't scared of u mutha f*ckers) [Kick it]
Call your girl named Sally and u figure u were chill (Chill)
Then u find out I'm the reason Sally's on the Pill (Pill)
What am I supposed to do when the President can't get nothing passed
Find an alley, find an alley
Undress Sally right in front of your ass
(Well she helped me once again)
I say u can be the President (U can be the President) [Kick it]
I'd rather be the Pope (Rather be the Pope)
(I'd rather be... so help me)
Yeah u can be the side effect (U can be the side effect)
I'd rather be the dope (Rather be the dope)
(F*ck that)
The Pope
(Oh no motherf*cker, not today)
Pope
U can be the President (Rather be the Pope)
So help me
Who's the funky drummer with the crooked little sticks (Sticks)
He might have better luck if he was drummin' with his dick (Dick?)
If u don't play the piccolo, why u wanna lick?
(Ch-check) Now check the drum solo and tell me not to kick it
(Seek and destroy. It'll f*ck u up)
I love the taste of unpredictable licks
A loop is a loop is a loop
A loop is a loop is a loop [F*ck that]
A loop is a loop is a loop is a loop is a loop is a loop is a loop
Your car got mags that be dippy dippy dope
But the whole damn nation got the same
Honey only flock 2 the bee that's the Pope
Not the President with government lame
Put me on a slow movin' parlimentary hackin' bandwagon
U could put me little ass in the grave
Everytime u want it I'll be live, bring a date
I mean computer when its over press save
(So) So u can be the president (U can be the President) [Kick it]
I'd rather be the pope (Rather be the Pope)
(I wanna be... so happy)
U can be the side effect (U can be the side effect)
I'd rather be the dope (U, u, u) [U can be the dope]
The Pope
U can be the President (F*ck that)
Rather be the Pope
Baby, so help me please
Press Save
I Love u
Peace
(U don't understand)
Writer: PRINCE ROGERS NELSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Raspberry Beret
1 2 1 2 3
Yeah
I was working part time in a five-and-dime
My boss was Mr. McGee
He told me several times that he didn't like my kind
'Cause I was a bit 2 leisurely
Seems that I was busy doing something close 2 nothing
But different than the day before
That's when I saw her, Ooh, I saw her
She walked in through the out door, out door
She wore a raspberry beret
The kind U find in a second hand store
Raspberry beret
And if it was warm she wouldn't wear much more
Raspberry beret
I think I love her
Built like she was
She had the nerve 2 ask me
If I planned 2 do her any harm
So, look here
I put her on the back of my bike
And we went riding
Down by old man Johnson's farm
I said now, overcast days never turned me on
But something about the clouds and her mixed
She wasn't 2 bright
But I could tell when she kissed me
She knew how 2 get her kicks
She wore a raspberry beret
The kind U find in a second hand store
Raspberry beret
And if it was warm she wouldn't wear much more
Raspberry beret
I think I love her
The rain sounds so cool when it hits the barn roof
And the horses wonder who U are
Thunder drowns out what the lightning sees
U feel like a movie star
Listen
They say the first time ain't the greatest
But I tell ya
If I had the chance 2 do it all again
I wouldn't change a stroke
'Cause baby I'm the most
With a girl as fine as she was then
(Raspberry beret)
The kind U find (The kind U find)
The kind U find (In a second hand store)
Oh no no
(Raspberry beret)
(And if it was warm)
Where have all the raspberry women gone? (She wouldn't wear much more)
Yeah (Raspberry beret)
I think I... I think I... I think I love her
(Raspberry beret)
No No No
No No No (The kind U find)
(In a second hand store)
(Raspberry beret)
Tell me
Where have all the raspberry women gone? (And if it was warm she)
(Wouldn't wear much more)
(Raspberry beret)
I think I love:
Yeah
I was working part time in a five-and-dime
My boss was Mr. McGee
He told me several times that he didn't like my kind
'Cause I was a bit 2 leisurely
Seems that I was busy doing something close 2 nothing
But different than the day before
That's when I saw her, Ooh, I saw her
She walked in through the out door, out door
She wore a raspberry beret
The kind U find in a second hand store
Raspberry beret
And if it was warm she wouldn't wear much more
Raspberry beret
I think I love her
Built like she was
She had the nerve 2 ask me
If I planned 2 do her any harm
So, look here
I put her on the back of my bike
And we went riding
Down by old man Johnson's farm
I said now, overcast days never turned me on
But something about the clouds and her mixed
She wasn't 2 bright
But I could tell when she kissed me
She knew how 2 get her kicks
She wore a raspberry beret
The kind U find in a second hand store
Raspberry beret
And if it was warm she wouldn't wear much more
Raspberry beret
I think I love her
The rain sounds so cool when it hits the barn roof
And the horses wonder who U are
Thunder drowns out what the lightning sees
U feel like a movie star
Listen
They say the first time ain't the greatest
But I tell ya
If I had the chance 2 do it all again
I wouldn't change a stroke
'Cause baby I'm the most
With a girl as fine as she was then
(Raspberry beret)
The kind U find (The kind U find)
The kind U find (In a second hand store)
Oh no no
(Raspberry beret)
(And if it was warm)
Where have all the raspberry women gone? (She wouldn't wear much more)
Yeah (Raspberry beret)
I think I... I think I... I think I love her
(Raspberry beret)
No No No
No No No (The kind U find)
(In a second hand store)
(Raspberry beret)
Tell me
Where have all the raspberry women gone? (And if it was warm she)
(Wouldn't wear much more)
(Raspberry beret)
I think I love:
Writer: PRINCE ROGERS NELSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Sexy MF
In a word or two, it's you I want to do
No not your body, your mind you fool
Come here baby, yeah
You sexy motherf*cker
We're all alone in a villa on the Rivera
That's in France on the south side
In case you cared
Out of all your friends I want to be the closest
That's why I tell you things
So you'll be the mostest
When it comes to life, to be this man's wife
You got to be well educated on the subject of fights
I mean prevention of
In other words, its R.E.a.l meaning of this thing called love
Are you up on this?
If so, then you can get up off hug and a kiss
Come here baby, yeah
You sexy motherf*cker
Come here baby, yeah
You sexy motherf*cker
We need to talk about things
Tell me what ya do, tell me what ya eat
I might cook for you
See it really don't matter 'cause it's all about me and you
Ain't no one else around
I'm even with the blindfold, gagged and bound
I don't mind, see this ain't about sex
It's all about love being in charge of this life and the next
Why all the cosmic talk?
I just want you smarter than I'll ever be when we take that walk
Come here baby, yeah
You sexy motherf*cker
Come here baby, yeah
You sexy motherf*cker
Horns stand please
I like it, I like it
You seem perplexed I haven't taken you yet
Can't you see I'm harder than a man could get?
I got wet dreams comin' out of my ears
I get hard if the wind blows your cologne near me
But I can take it, 'cause I want the whole nine
This ain't about the body, it's about the mind
Come here baby, yeah
You sexy motherf*cker
Come here baby, yeah, ooh
You sexy motherf*cker
Tommy Barbarella in the house
Scrub the dishes
Aah, aah, ahh, aah, aah, ah
Come here Tommy, yeah
Sexy, sexy, sexy, sexy
Levi, Levi, fly
(Ooh man, let's give 'em some more good shit)
I like it, I like it
Sexy motherf*cker shakin' that ass, shakin' that ass, shakin' that ass
Sexy motherf*cker shakin' that ass, shakin' that ass, shakin' that ass
Guard your folks and get your daughter
The sexy motherf*cker's so fine I could drink her bathwater
A long, leggy 5'8", packing an ass as tight as a grape
I want to spit some game but I said to myself, hmmm
Just conversate (yeah), 'Cause I'm usually quite the calm one (Come on!)
You never found me out prowling boy, I'm just havin' fun
But I'm happy to change my state of mind for this behind
I bet that if you threw that ass into the air it would turn into sunshine
Sexy motherf*cker shakin' that ass, shakin' that ass, shakin' that ass
Sexy motherf*cker shakin' that ass, shakin' that ass, shakin' that ass
Sexy motherf*cker shakin' that ass, shakin' that ass, shakin' that ass, ooo ooo
Sexy motherf*cker shakin' that ass, shakin' that ass, shakin' that ass
You sexy motherf*cker
Sexy motherf*cker
Sexy motherf*cker
Sexy motherf*cker
Sexy motherf*cker
Sexy motherf*cker
Sexy motherf*cker
Sexy motherf*cker
Sexy motherf*cker
You sexy motherf*cker
Sexy motherf*cker
Sexy motherf*cker
Sexy motherf*cker
No not your body, your mind you fool
Come here baby, yeah
You sexy motherf*cker
We're all alone in a villa on the Rivera
That's in France on the south side
In case you cared
Out of all your friends I want to be the closest
That's why I tell you things
So you'll be the mostest
When it comes to life, to be this man's wife
You got to be well educated on the subject of fights
I mean prevention of
In other words, its R.E.a.l meaning of this thing called love
Are you up on this?
If so, then you can get up off hug and a kiss
Come here baby, yeah
You sexy motherf*cker
Come here baby, yeah
You sexy motherf*cker
We need to talk about things
Tell me what ya do, tell me what ya eat
I might cook for you
See it really don't matter 'cause it's all about me and you
Ain't no one else around
I'm even with the blindfold, gagged and bound
I don't mind, see this ain't about sex
It's all about love being in charge of this life and the next
Why all the cosmic talk?
I just want you smarter than I'll ever be when we take that walk
Come here baby, yeah
You sexy motherf*cker
Come here baby, yeah
You sexy motherf*cker
Horns stand please
I like it, I like it
You seem perplexed I haven't taken you yet
Can't you see I'm harder than a man could get?
I got wet dreams comin' out of my ears
I get hard if the wind blows your cologne near me
But I can take it, 'cause I want the whole nine
This ain't about the body, it's about the mind
Come here baby, yeah
You sexy motherf*cker
Come here baby, yeah, ooh
You sexy motherf*cker
Tommy Barbarella in the house
Scrub the dishes
Aah, aah, ahh, aah, aah, ah
Come here Tommy, yeah
Sexy, sexy, sexy, sexy
Levi, Levi, fly
(Ooh man, let's give 'em some more good shit)
I like it, I like it
Sexy motherf*cker shakin' that ass, shakin' that ass, shakin' that ass
Sexy motherf*cker shakin' that ass, shakin' that ass, shakin' that ass
Guard your folks and get your daughter
The sexy motherf*cker's so fine I could drink her bathwater
A long, leggy 5'8", packing an ass as tight as a grape
I want to spit some game but I said to myself, hmmm
Just conversate (yeah), 'Cause I'm usually quite the calm one (Come on!)
You never found me out prowling boy, I'm just havin' fun
But I'm happy to change my state of mind for this behind
I bet that if you threw that ass into the air it would turn into sunshine
Sexy motherf*cker shakin' that ass, shakin' that ass, shakin' that ass
Sexy motherf*cker shakin' that ass, shakin' that ass, shakin' that ass
Sexy motherf*cker shakin' that ass, shakin' that ass, shakin' that ass, ooo ooo
Sexy motherf*cker shakin' that ass, shakin' that ass, shakin' that ass
You sexy motherf*cker
Sexy motherf*cker
Sexy motherf*cker
Sexy motherf*cker
Sexy motherf*cker
Sexy motherf*cker
Sexy motherf*cker
Sexy motherf*cker
Sexy motherf*cker
You sexy motherf*cker
Sexy motherf*cker
Sexy motherf*cker
Sexy motherf*cker
Writer: Prince Rogers Nelson, Anthony Mosley, Levi Jr. Seacer
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
U Got The Look
Here we are folks
The dream we all dream of
Boy versus girl in the World Series of love
Tell me, have you got the look?
You walked in, I woke up
I've never seen a pretty girl
Look so tough, baby
You got that look
Color you peach and black
Color me takin' aback
Crucial, I think I want ya
You've got the look (You've got the hook)
You sho'nuf do be cookin' in my book
Your face is jammin'
Your body's heck-a-slammin'
If love is good
Let's get to rammin'
You got the look
You got the look
Look here
You got the look (you got the look)
You must'a took (you must'a took)
A whole hour just to make up your face, baby
Closin' time, ugly lights, everybody's inspected (Everybody's inspected)
But you are a natural beauty unaffected (Unaffected)
Did I say an hour?
My face is red, I stand corrected (I stand corrected)
You've got the look
You've got the hook
You sho'nuf do be cookin' in my book
Your face is jammin'
Your body's heck-a-slammin'
If love is good
Let's get to rammin'
You got the look
You got the look
(There's no girl to do)
Well here we are, ladies and gentlemen, the dream we all dream of
(Oh, please!) Boy versus girl in the World Series of love slammin'
You walked in (I walked in)
I woke up (you woke up)
I never seen such a pretty girl look so tough
(I never seen such a pretty girl look so tough)
Baby (Baby)
You got that look (you got that look)
Yes you do (Yes you do)
Color you peach and black
Color me takin' aback, baby
Crucial, I think I want ya
You've got the look
You've got the hook
You sho'nuf do be cookin' in my book
Your face is jammin'
Your body's heck-a-slammin'
If your love is good
Let's get to rammin' (Now)
You got the look
You got the look
Here we are folks
The dream we all dream of
You got the look
You got the look
You got the look
You got the look
You got the look
The dream we all dream of
Boy versus girl in the World Series of love
Tell me, have you got the look?
You walked in, I woke up
I've never seen a pretty girl
Look so tough, baby
You got that look
Color you peach and black
Color me takin' aback
Crucial, I think I want ya
You've got the look (You've got the hook)
You sho'nuf do be cookin' in my book
Your face is jammin'
Your body's heck-a-slammin'
If love is good
Let's get to rammin'
You got the look
You got the look
Look here
You got the look (you got the look)
You must'a took (you must'a took)
A whole hour just to make up your face, baby
Closin' time, ugly lights, everybody's inspected (Everybody's inspected)
But you are a natural beauty unaffected (Unaffected)
Did I say an hour?
My face is red, I stand corrected (I stand corrected)
You've got the look
You've got the hook
You sho'nuf do be cookin' in my book
Your face is jammin'
Your body's heck-a-slammin'
If love is good
Let's get to rammin'
You got the look
You got the look
(There's no girl to do)
Well here we are, ladies and gentlemen, the dream we all dream of
(Oh, please!) Boy versus girl in the World Series of love slammin'
You walked in (I walked in)
I woke up (you woke up)
I never seen such a pretty girl look so tough
(I never seen such a pretty girl look so tough)
Baby (Baby)
You got that look (you got that look)
Yes you do (Yes you do)
Color you peach and black
Color me takin' aback, baby
Crucial, I think I want ya
You've got the look
You've got the hook
You sho'nuf do be cookin' in my book
Your face is jammin'
Your body's heck-a-slammin'
If your love is good
Let's get to rammin' (Now)
You got the look
You got the look
Here we are folks
The dream we all dream of
You got the look
You got the look
You got the look
You got the look
You got the look
Writer: Prince Rogers Nelson
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
