Wrong Side of a Love Song - Melanie Fiona

I don't know why you keep him in the dark Your secret ain't a secret anymore I can't keep fighting for you if I'm not the only one Cause I don't want just pieces of your heart I don't want just pieces of your heart What's wrong with me? With you is where I want to be But I know you don't belong with me So why does this feel like home If you're not with me I know where you are Right back in somebody else's arms Eyes get heavy Cause we had too much When the buzz starts wearing off It's hard to wake up in an empty bеd Stuck on the wrong side of love Oh oh oh Stuck on thе wrong side of love Stuck on the wrong side of love I wonder what you tell him when he asks Where you're going and when you're coming back I can't keep fighting for you if I'm not the only one How long you think this shit's gonna last How long do you think this shit's gonna last What's wrong with me? With you is where I want to be But I know you don't belong with me So why does this feel like home If you're not with me I know where you are Right back in somebody else's arms Eyes get heavy Cause we had too much When the buzz starts wearing off It's hard to wake up in an empty bed Stuck on the wrong side of love Oh oh oh Stuck on the wrong side of love Stuck on the wrong side of love

A friend of a friend needs a favor No questions asked, there's not much more to say Me and the wife, we need the money We've got four kids all hungry, one on the way Slip these sweat socks in your shirt And pray they think your packin' Be sure to keep your head down, don't look 'em in the eye And don't get fancy, Ricky, we ain't Jimmy Cagney Look at me, let's do the job And let's get home tonight I got a half tank of gas and if we run all the lights We'll slip across the border on the wrong side of right And just like Butch and Sundance we'll ride until the dawn Sipping whiskey Singing cowboy songs On the right side of wrong We picked a helluva of night From the shore I see the skyline In a couple of hours from now Rick We're gonna get out of this life We'll stop for smokes, I brought a six pack We'll stop at lookers on the way back Hell, we'll laugh this off, keep your fingers crossed That all goes well tonight I got a half tank of gas and if we run all the lights We'll slip across the border on the wrong side of right And just like Butch and Sundance we'll ride until the dawn Sipping whiskey Singing cowboy songs On the right side of wrong We'll make the grade, they'll know our names I need a friend to drive here Wear my necklace of St. Christopher And talk to him while I go inside I'll take that suitcase, get the cash And we'll be gone before you know Wait until we tell the girls we're moving down To the Gulf of Mexico... A friend of a friend needed a favor Life was just what happened While we were busy making plans We never saw nothing, there was a run-in .9 millimeter steel was coming for the windshield of that Oldsmobile As the cop said, "Show your hands!" I got a half tank of gas and if we run all the lights We'll slip across the border on the wrong side of right Yeah and just like Butch and Sundance let's ride until the dawn Here's a whiskey, singing cowboy songs On the right side of wrong

Caught up on the wrong side of the law Got caught, got caught, got caught Caught up on the wrong side of the law I got caught on the wrong side of the law Say they charging me for marijuana Like I don't need to reach home 'til tomorrow's Sun goes up Actually they the wrong side of the law Can't be charging me for marijuana Like I don't need to reach home till tomorrow's Sun goes up Sometimes the dragon and the beast Manifests itself inna the form of the police Spot check deh pon the streets, "Out the car" A so dem greet me "Pass the Rasta colour bag deh make we see it deh" Me make them know say the ragga ragga hair match the Macka wah appear In the back of wah me steering No, a no even no weight, a hundred dollar worth But the chalice in the bag did make the matter worse Them say"book him... felony possession." What kind o' law this? Hold on, no Yard this? Dem gimme court date just fi frustrate me That amuse me, mi say "Make sure is a Tuesday" I got caught on the wrong side of the law Say they charging me for marijuana Like I don't need to reach home 'til tomorrow's Sun goes up Actually they the wrong side of the law Can't be charging me for marijuana Like I don't need to reach home till tomorrow's Sun goes up "'Cause I'm busy on Wednesday morning. Thursday morning too." Plus a Good Friday, that mean if dem hold I fi the weekend All 'til Monday night me a sleep in deh Then Dutty pree to me it come in like a resurrection So me switch the rhetoric in another direction Me never know the officer name, #11747 a the number wah them give him Tell me fi sign and go pon me way Inspector walk in like him have sup'n fi say Him say: "You want back you weed?" Then I say no but truthfully I think my chalice is due to me I got caught on the wrong side of the law Say they charging me for marijuana Like I don't need to reach home 'til tomorrow's Sun goes up Actually they the wrong side of the law Can't be charging me for marijuana Like I don't need to reach home till tomorrow's Sun goes up Him kiss him teeth and run me out o'the station Mi walk out a feel a different elation, no Jubilation is the word that I mean Because him think him achieve Think say that grieve me Go back in the car, you know what greet me The one pound under the seat beneath me, believe me Him think him catch me off guard the whole night Him never know Diggy en garde! Sword fight 'Cause I will give up a hundred dollar bag and a chalice any day Fi a pound wah mi save Dutty say him have a story fi tell Me have a story fi sell, fi sell, fi sell I got caught on the wrong side of the law Say they charging me for marijuana Like I don't need to reach home 'til tomorrow's Sun goes up Actually they the wrong side of the law Can't be charging me for marijuana Like I don't need to reach home till tomorrow's Dub style, dub style, dub style!

Ladies, ladies, ladies, ladies Ladies, ladies, ladies, ladies Ladies, ladies, ladies, ladies Ladies, ladies, ladies, ladies Ruminations on the looming effect And the parallax view, and the figure And the form, and the revolving door that keeps Turning out more and more Good women like you Yet another woman, to whom I won't get through Ruminations on the looming effect And the parallax view, and the figure And the form, and the revolving door that keeps Turning out more and more Good women like you Yet another woman, to whom I won't get through Ladies, ladies, ladies, ladies Take it easy, when he leaves me, please be my guest To whatever I might've left In his kitchen cupboards, in the back of his bathroom cabinets And oh yes, oh yes, oh yes There's a dress in the closet Don't get rid of it, you'd look good in it I didn't fit in it, it was never mine It belonged to the ex wife of another ex of mine She left it behind, with a note One line, it said: "I don't know if I'm coming across, but I'm really trying" She was very kind Fruit bat You cuter than a button, mutton-head maniac Fruit bat Cuter than a button, mutton-head maniac Nobody can replace anybody else So, it would be a shame to make it a competition And no love is like any other love So, it would be insane to make a comparison with you Ruminations on the looming effect And the parallax view, and the figure And the form, and the revolving door that keeps Turning out more and more Good women like you Yet another woman, to whom I won't get through Cuter than a button, mutton-head maniac Ladies, ladies, ladies, ladies Ladies, ladies, ladies, ladies Ladies, ladies, ladies, ladies Ladies, ladies, ladies, ladies No love is like any other love So, it would be insane to make a comparison with you Ladies, ladies, ladies, ladies Ladies, ladies, ladies, ladies Ladies, ladies, ladies, ladies Yet another woman, to whom I won't get through Yet another woman, to whom I won't get through Yet another woman, to whom I won't get through Yet another woman, to whom I won't get through Yet another woman, to whom I won't get through

I guess I just must be a daredevil I don't feel anything until I smash it up I'm caught on the cold, caught on the hot Not so with the warmer lot And all I want's a confident To help me laugh it off And don't let me ruin me I may need a chaperon Say I'm an airplane And the gashes I got from my heartbreak Make the slots and the flaps upon my wing And I use them to give me lip Hip hip for the lift Hip hip for the drag I want them all in my bag Oh give me anything and I'll turn it into a gift But don't let me ruin me I may need a chaperon Seek me out Look at, look at, look at, look at me I'm all the fishes in the sea Wake me up Give me, give me, give me what you got In your mind, in the middle of the night Maybe you let me look out for you Protect that I founded you And never let it starve Then that way, you let me stay Skirt in my skirt like I want to And I will try hard to hold onto you with open arms But don't let me ruin me I may need a chaperon