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Sexuality

It s every star you wishupon
Bio-astrologicalphenomenon
Since the dawn of history
It s been the greatesthuman mystery
Sexuality...

It gets you high
It makes you sick
Hard as you try
You ll never quit
You just can t get awayfrom it
Sexuality...
Sexuality...

It s even bigger than thesun
It s the everything thatwe re created from
Kings and queens are madeto kneel
Before the majesty of itsappeal
Sexuality...

It gets you high
It makes you sick
Hard as you try
You ll never quit
You just can t get awayfrom it
Sexuality...
Sexuality...

It s a blessing even atits worst
Even at its best sometimesit s like a curse
It gets to everyone of useventually
Psycho, homo, hetero, inevitably
Sexuality...

It makes you high
Even though it makes yousick
Hard as you may try, noyou ll never gonna quit
You just can t get, getenough of it
Sexuality...
Sexuality...

Sometimes it s sweet
Sometimes it s soft
It comes on hard and gets you off
And when it comes, it comes in spurts
Sometimes it gets so bigit hurts

That s just the way it seems to work

(Let It Go)

Ever since you went away
Been missing you everyday
What I d do just to see your face
Should of held you and made you stay
Now I really need somebody
Just to call somebody
But I know I cant go back in time and just make things change
Been waitin on your call but...

I refuse to be a victim
I refuse to be your slave
I keep on burning my bridges
I keep on fucking up everything

Running from desperation god knows where I ve been
I don t know where I m headed
But I m going too fast I think I...

In the imperium with emerald valleys
There where endlessly encircles you

A goddess lost her aureole
Created her own domain

This valley of doom where I m the token
She ll be throwing the dias this time

A goddess lost her...

(feat. Ne-Yo)

Ah
She been with you boy, since way back
Energy fine, nigga lay back
Out here in the 64 we want triple things
We hit the jewelry store and cop a couple of chains
A nigga trying to get that American Dream
And you can measure my life on...

Knock Knockin, who s there?
Matado at the door; knocking till midnight.
Sell his soul to hell, he lost the bull fight.
Nothing s okay; everything s no-kay?
Between the matador and his wife.
He s still knocking until the early morning