You never give me your money You only give me your funny paper And in the middle of negotiations You break down I never give you my number I only give you my situation And in the middle of investigation I break down Out of college, money spent See no future, pay no rent All the money's gone, nowhere to go Any jobber got the sack Monday morning, turning back Yellow lorry slow, nowhere to go I never give you my number I only give you my situation And in the middle of investigation I break down I break down Money, money, honey I want your money Money

I could notice all the lines And I'd only go insane I could love you all the time I'm not always gonna say Still I don't want to feel it without you Don't want to feel it with no one else Give me your fire, give me your rain Give me a little love from you I can fan a fire I can keep it from burning away But what's it gonna take to stop the silence? I could live as a liar Say that I'm turning away But giving up won't give up desire And I don't want to feel it without you Don't wanna feel it with nobody else Give me your fire, give me your rain Give me a little love from you Give me your fire, give me your rain A little love from you Give me your fire, give me your rain A little love from you Watching windows, watching stars Colored lights and empty bars All the houses in the yard All the streets and passing cars What's the distance where you are? Can I make it back to your heart? Give me your fire, give me your rain A little love from you Give me your fire, give me your rain A little love from you Give me your fire, give me your rain A little love from you Give me your fire, give me your rain A little love from you Give me your fire, give me your rain A little love from you Give me your fire, give me your rain A little love from you

I been told when a boy kiss a girl Take a trip around the world Hey, hey, (bop shuop, m'bop bop shuop) Hey, hey, (bop shuop, m'bop bop shuop) Hey, hey, (bop shuop) yeah, she say ya do (bop shuop) My girl says when I kiss her lips Gets a thrill through her fingertips Hey, hey, (bop shuop, m'bop bop shuop) Hey, hey, (bop shuop, m'bop bop shuop) Hey, hey, (bop shuop) yeah, she say ya do (bop shuop) Well, I talk about boys Don't ya know I mean boys Well, I talk about boys, now Aaahhh, boys Well, I talk about boys, now What a bundle of joy! (alright, George!) My girl says when I kiss her lips Gets a thrill through her fingertips Hey, hey, (bop shuop, m'bop bop shuop) Hey, hey, (bop shuop, m'bop bop shuop) Hey, hey, (bop shuop) yeah, she say ya do (bop shuop) Well, I talk about boys Don't ya know I mean boys Well, I talk about boys, now Aaahhh, aaahhh Well, I talk about boys, now What a bundle of joy Boys Don't ya know I mean boys Boys Aaahhh, aaahhh...