of you-ooh There's a sweetness in your smile isn't it fun love a wild flower you drive me wild isn't it fun love bridge: Touch me baby with your love
as their babies die (Chorus) I tell you, we can touch the world When we meet them all at their need We can touch them where they are help them to believe, touch
Donald O'Connor & David Porter Challenges to the sky Man took his first moon ride Genius masterminds Gonquered changing times And thought he'd done
the street Talking about the 80's and who it will mistreat Now, Joseph Worken Hardy, checkin' out the jive Glancing at his pocketbook, inflation is alive
and me- Love will love, to sing your song, Love is written in the stone Every man, I meet is walking time- Free to wander, past his conscious mind,
your place on the throne We?ve come together on this special day To sing our message loud and clear Looking back we?ve touched on sorrowful days Future
people would cry They knew that his song came from deep down inside You could hear it in his voice and see it in his eyes And so he traveled along, touch
[Verse 1 -Paul Cain] Damn Ma I love you like a lie I get a rush from your touch, sort of like a high I used to adore your presence but now I?m like goodbye
beautiful daughter, By a dead beat who wouldnt give a quarter to support her My money was gettin low And my patience was getting shorter Heard about his
couldn't get a tan from me Cause I get in the ring for that Vince McMahon money Soon as his un-tuck BAM Talking about you touch grams I'm coming through
, they need crutches and lighters The Fed's can't touch us indict us, and the hoes can't even get numbers They wanna stay in touch, they could write us
m already dodgin Feds When the shots from the revolver spread Duck, I don't discriminate, leave CEO's and artists dead Make slugs a part of his head Vanish
in the hood you can come see for either weed or coca Nark's wanna see me and my team in a chair They heard about the kid with the high beams in his ear
me I'm already dodgin feds When the shots from the revolver spread Duck that don't discriminate leave CEO's and artists dead Make slugs a part his head
ha ha New Blue Yankee Rich Yung long John Red Monkey Jeans this shit from Hong Kong I'm long gone [Fabolous:] Clue let a nigga get his breath man Yeah
... Touched me He looked at me and stared, yes he Bumped me My heart was unprepared when he Tapped me And knocked me off my feet One little touch Now
touched you and it stabs (me) Chorus: All along I knew you were A phony girl You sit behind the mask And you control your world Yesterday he held you in his