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| You Needed Me - Anne Murray I cried a tear, you wiped it dry I was confused, you cleared my mind I sold my soul, you bought it back for me and held me up, and gave me dignity somehow you needed me you gave me strength to stand alone again to face the world out on my own again you put me high upon a pedestal so high that I could almost see eternity you needed me you needed me and I can't believe it's you I can't believe it's true I needed you and you were there and I'll never leave why should I leave I'd be a fool cuz I finally found someone who really cares you held my hand when it was cold when I was lost you took me home you gave me hope when I was at the end and turned my lies back into truth again you even called me "friend" you gave me strength to stand alone again to face the world out on my own again you put me high upon a pedestal so high that I could almost see eternity you needed me you needed me you needed me you needed me |
| Your Revolution - Sarah Jones Your revolution will not happen between these thighs Your revolution will not happen between these thighs Your revolution will not happen between these thighs Will not happen between these thighs Will not happen between these thighs The real revolution ain't about bootie size The Versaces you buys Or the Lexus you drives And though we've lost Biggie Smalls Maybe your notorious revolution Will never allow you to lace no lyrical douche in my bush Your revolution will not be you killing me softly with fujees Your revolution ain't gonna knock me up without no ring And produce little future M.C.'s Because that revolution will not happen between these thighs Your revolution will not find me in the back seat of a jeep With L.L. hard as hell, you know Doing it and doing and doing it well, you know Doing it and doing it and doing it well Your revolution will not be you smacking it up, flipping it or rubbing it down Nor will it take you downtown, or humping around Because that revolution will not happen between these thighs Your revolution will not have me singing Ain't no nigger like the one I got Your revolution will not be you sending me for no drip drip V.D. shot Your revolution will not involve me or feeling your nature rise Or having you fantasize Because that revolution will not happen between these thighs No no not between these thighs Uh-uh My Jamaican brother Your revolution will not make you feel bombastic, and really fantastic And have you groping in the dark for that rubber wrapped in plastic Uh-uh You will not be touching your lips to my triple dip of French vanilla, butter pecan, chocolate deluxe Or having Akinyele's dream, um hum A six foot blow job machine, um hum You wanna subjugate your Queen, uh-huh Think I'm gonna put it in my mouth just because you Made a few bucks, Please brother please Your revolution will not be me tossing my weave And making me believe I'm some caviar eating ghetto Mafia clown Or me giving up my behind Just so I can get signed And maybe have somebody else write my rhymes I'm Sarah Jones Not Foxy Brown You know I'm Sarah Jones Not Foxy Brown Your revolution makes me wonder Where could we go If we could drop the empty pursuit of props and the ego We'd revolt back to our roots Use a little common sense on a quest to make love De la soul, no pretense, but Your revolution will not be you flexing your little sex and status To express what you feel Your revolution will not happen between these thighs Will not happen between these thighs Will not be you shaking And me, [sigh] faking between these thighs Because the real revolution That's right, I said the real revolution You know, I'm talking about the revolution When it comes, It's gonna be real It's gonna be real It's gonna be real When it finally comes It's gonna be real |