I broke both our hearts And I meant what I said But before we part Could I get in your bed? You brought out a better me Without you, who will I be? 'Cause I ain't stuck, but I ain't free Can we just pretend That I didn't make a mess of us? In my defence I was holding on to what's left of us No, I shouldn't stay tonight But I need to know you'll be alright Can we just pretend And spend one more night, now we know it's the end? When we said goodbye And mourned a younger us I heard the angels cry As I got on my bus Feel you in a steady breeze Look for you in cherry trees I'm still your girl in dungarees Can we just pretend That I didn't make a mess of us? In my defence I was holding on to what's left of us No, I shouldn't stay tonight But I need to know you'll be alright Can we just pretend And spend one more night, now we know it's the end? One more night, now we know Can we just pretend That I didn't make a mess of us? In my defence I was holding on to what's left of us No, I shouldn't stay tonight But I need to know you'll be alright Can we just pretend And spend one more night, now we know it's the end?

Gonna crack a rib When I get home I'm gonna bury you In my favorite hole I made a bloody mess In the kitchen sink I tried to fix myself But I didn't think They said We just want to talk with you They just want to walk you through Oh, I dont want to see Me, I want to be trapped in you Oh, I dont want to be Me, but I'm gonna pretend for you, oh Let's paint our nails and keep it real 'Cause honey all I know is what I feel I'm still looking for a friend of a friend He said he'd hook me up He told me what he had They say leave your body, leave your mind Don't you know you're out of time? In his room, in his bed You can't hear what he said Looks like dirt, tastes like trash Honey, I know you could float right past, oh Oh I don't want to see Me, I wanna be trapped in you Oh, I don't want to be Me, but I'm gonna pretend for you

Well, come on pretty baby won't you walk with me Come on pretty baby won't you talk with me Come on pretty baby give me one more chance Try and save our romance Slow down Baby, now you're moving way too fast Won't you gimme little loving Gimme little loving Ow, if you want our love to last Well I used to walk you home baby after school Carry your books home, too Baby now you're offered a diamong ring Baby what're you trying to do You better slow down Baby, now you're moving way too fast Won't you gimme little loving Gimme little loving Brrr, if you want our love to last Well you know that I love you, tell the world I do Come on pretty baby, why can't you be true I need you badly, baby, oh so bad The best little woman I ever had Slow down Baby, now you're moving way too fast You gotta gimme little loving Gimme little loving Ow, if you want our love to last

Summertime, And the livin' is easy Fish are jumpin' And the cotton is high. Your daddy's rich And your mamma's good lookin' So hush little baby Don't you cry. One of these mornings You're going to rise up singing Then you'll spread your wings And you'll take to the sky. But till that morning There's a'nothing can harm you With daddy and mamma standing by. Your daddy's rich And your mamma's good lookin' Your daddy's rich And your mamma's good lookin' everyday So hush little baby Don't you cry. Well don't you cry Don't cry Summertime

Come on, Joe, we gotta go, me oh my oh. We gotta go, take the pirogue down the bayou. Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-o Son of a gun, we're having fun on the bayou. I said now Come on, Joe, we gotta go, oh on the bayou We gotta go, take the pirogue down the bayou. Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-o Son of a gun, we're having fun on the bayou. Well, Jambalaya and a crawfish pie and fillet gumbo 'Cause tonight I'm gonna see oh my cher amio. Oh now, pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gayo, Son of a gun, gonna have big fun on the bayou. Oh let's go then! Well, come on, Joe, and now we gotta go, oh down the bayou. Yeah, We gotta go, take the pirogue down to bayou. Bring your Ma, fill fruit jar and be gay-o Son of a gun, we're having fun on the bayou. Well, Jambalaya and a crawfish pie and fillet gumbo 'Cause tonight I'm gonna see oh my cher amio. Bring your Ma, fill fruit jar and be gayo, Son of a gun, gonna have big fun on the bayou.