I’ve seen fire and I’ve seen rain,
I’ve seen sunny days I thought would never end…
(:))
Yet you ran with me,
Followed all my rainbows
And that’s the way love goes
Karma, karma, karma, karma, karma chameleon
You come and go, you come and go
Loving would be easy if your colors were like my dreams
Red, gold, and green, red, gold, and green
Sweet dreams are made of this,
Who am I to disagree?
I travel the world
And the seven seas,
Everybody’s looking for something.
Something in the way she moves
Attracts me like no other lover
Something in the way she woos me
I don’t want to leave her now
You know I believe and how
Somewhere in her smile she knows
That I don’t need no other lover
Something in her style that shows me
I don’t want to leave her now
You know I believe and how
I believe in miracles,
Where you from, you sexy thing? (Sexy thing, you)
I believe in miracles,
Since you came along, you sexy thing.
And I’m too sexy for Milan too sexy for Milan
New York and Japan
And I’m too sexy for your party
Too sexy for your party
No way I’m disco dancing
I’m a model you know what I mean
And I do my little turn on the catwalk
Come on, Vogue
Let your body move to the music
Move to the music…
Play me the music,
Give me the chance to come through!
All I ever needed was the music, and the mirror,
And the chance to dance for you.
So I say
Thank you for the music, the songs I’m singing
Thanks for all the joy they’re bringing
Who can live without it, I ask in all honesty
What would life be?
Without a song or a dance what are we?
I could just sit around making music all day long
As long as I’m making my music ain’t gonna do nobody no harm
And who knows maybe I’ll come up with a song
To make people want to stop all this fussing and fighting
Long enough to sing along
I believe in music
I believe in love
Here I’m sitting, playing my guitar,
Singing a love song and wishing upon a star.
I can’t play the piano, I can’t play a sitar,
I just want to make music.
It’s the music God made,
For all the world to sing,
And grows and goes and goes
I’d like to teach the world to sing,
In perfect harmony.
I’d like to hold it in my arms,
And keep it company.
Ridin’ that train
High on cocaine
Casey Jones you better
Watch your speed
If you got that lose, you want to kick them blues, cocaine
When your day is done, and you want to ride on cocaine
She don’t lie, she don’t lie, she don’t lie,
Cocaine
Some get a kick from cocaine*
I’m sure that if
I took even one sniff
That would bore me terrif-
Ically, too
Yet, I get a kick out of you.
*Honest!
So if Sunday you’re free
Why don’t you come with me
And we’ll poison the pigeons in the park
And maybe we’ll do
In a squirrel or two
While we’re poisoning pigeons in the park
There is a park that is known
For the face it attracts
Colorful people whose hair
On 1 side is swept back
The smile on their faces
It speaks of profound inner peace
Ask where they’re going
They’ll tell you nowhere
They’ve taken a lifetime lease
On Paisley Park
MacArthur’s Park is melting in the dark
All the sweet, green icing flowing down
Someone left the cake out in the rain
I don’t think that I can take it
'Cause it took so long to bake it
And I’ll never have that recipe again
Oh, no…