Yes I smoke shit, straight off the roach clip
I roach it roll the blunt at once to approach it
Forward motion make you sway like the ocean
The herb is more than just a powerful potion
Love potion #9
Love, exciting and new,
Come aboard; we’re expecting you,
And love, life’s sweetest reward,
Let it flow, it floats back to you.
Love soft as an easy chair
Love fresh as the morning air
One love that is shared by two
I have found with you
Two divided by love
Can only be one
And one is a lonely number
Two divided by love
Can only be sad
Can only hurt one another
Can’t we stop hurting each other
Gotta stop hurting each other
Making each other cry
Breaking each other’s heart
Tearing each other apart
When the routine bites hard
And ambitions are low
And the resentment rides high
But emotions wont grow
And were changing our ways,
Taking different roads
Then love, love will tear us apart again
Love will keep us together
Think of me babe, whenever
Some sweet-talking girl comes along, singing her song
Sweet talking guy, talking sweet kinda lies,
Don’t you believe in him, if you do he’ll make you cry,
He’ll send you flowers and paint the town with another girl,
He’s a sweet talkin’ guy (sweet talkin’ guy),
But he’s my kind of guy.
You gotta slow down (slow down) sweet talkin’ woman
You got me runnin’, you got me searchin’
Hold on (hold on) sweet talkin’ lover
It’s so sad if that’s the way it’s over
Slow down, go down
Got to get your lovin’ one more time
Hold me, roll me
Slow ridin’ woman you’re so fine
Slow down, you move too fast
You got to make the morning last
Just kicking down the cobble stones
Looking for fun and feelin’ groovy
When I’m feeling blue, all I have to do
Is take a look at you, then I’m not so blue.
When you’re close to me, I can feel your heart beat,
I can hear you breathing near my ear,
Wouldn’t you agree, baby you and me got a groovy kind of love.
Slow down, you move too fast
You got to make the morning last
Just kicking down the cobblestones
Looking for fun and feelin’ groovy
Look at me
I’m just so…
Look at me
I’m just so…
Look at me
I’m just so groovy
Baby, you and me got a groovy kind of love
Beach Baby, Beach Baby, there on the sand,
From July to the end of September,
Surfin’ was fun, we’d be out in the sun every day.
Little surfer, little one
Made my heart come all undone
Do you love me, do you surfer girl
Surfer girl, my little surfer girl
I bought a '30 Ford wagon and we call it a woodie
(Surf City, here we come)
You know it’s not very cherry, it’s an oldie but a goodie
(Surf City, here we come)
Well, it ain’t got a back set or a rear window
But it still gets me where I wanna go
A-well-a bird, bird, b-bird’s the word
A-well-a bird, surfing bird, brrrrrrrrpagh!
Aaah, bap-a-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pap