Style Of Life by Jacksons
Yeah, yeah, yeha, yeah
My love
Here I am reaching out for ya
But there's nothing to reach for
Guess my mind don't belive what my eyes have seen
The blames you gave, you know, and I know
That nobody, wants your, wishy, washy ways
Your mama raised from a child
And spent no time worth while
And I feel, you really come to nothing no
You've gotta change, your style of life
You've gotta change, your style of life
Ohh there you go, still I think I love ya
But it's a matter of time
I've told ya, and told ya howbad I wish to hold you
My feelins have doubt in mind
You know, and I know, that you can do better
Tomorrow's a brand new day
I have tried to make you change, but you remain the same
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