Love. Angel. Music. Baby.

released 12th november 2004


SINGLES

What You Waiting For? (09.28.2004)
Rich Girl (12.14.2004)
Hollaback Girl (03.15.2005)
Cool (07.05.2005)
Luxurious [ft. Slim Thug] (10.01.2005)
Crash (01.24.2006)


  • written by Gwen Stefani, Linda Perry

    What an amazing time
    What a family
    How did the years go by?
    Now it’s only me…

    Tick tock
    Tick tock
    Tick tock
    Tick tock
    Tick tock
    Tick tock
    Tick tock
    Tick tock
    La, la, la, la, la, la, la

    Like a cat in heat stuck in a moving car
    A scary conversation, shut my eyes
    Can’t find the brake
    What if they say that you’re a climber?

    Naturally I’m worried if I do it alone
    Who really cares cause it’s your life
    You never know, it could be great
    Take a chance cause you might grow

    Oh, oo, oh

    What you waiting
    What you waiting
    What you waiting
    What you waiting
    What you waiting for?

    What you waiting
    What you waiting
    What you waiting
    What you waiting
    What you waiting for?

    Tick tock
    Tick tock
    Tick tock
    Tick tock
    Take a chance, you stupid ho

    Like an echo pedal, you’re repeating yourself
    You know it all by heart
    Why are you standing in one place?
    Born to blossom, bloom to perish

    Your moment will run out
    Cause of your sex chromosome
    I know it’s so messed how our society all thinks (For sure)
    Life is short, you’re capable (Uh-huh)

    Oh, oh, oh
    Uh, uh

    Look at your watch now
    You’re still a super hot female
    You’ve got your million dollar contract
    And they’re all waiting for your hot track

    What you waiting
    What you waiting
    What you waiting
    What you waiting
    What you waiting for?

    What you waiting
    What you waiting
    What you waiting
    What you waiting
    What you waiting for?

    I can’t wait to go back and do Japan
    Get me lots of brand new fans
    Osaka, Tokyo
    You Harajuku girls
    Damn, you’ve got some wicked style

    Go!

    Look at your watch now
    You’re still a super hot female
    You’ve got your million dollar contract
    And they’re all waiting for your hot track

    What you waiting
    What you waiting
    What you waiting
    What you waiting
    What you waiting for?

    What you waiting
    What you waiting
    What you waiting
    What you waiting
    What you waiting for?

    What you waiting for?
    What you waiting for?
    Take a chance, you stupid ho (What you waiting for?)
    Take a chance, you stupid ho
    What you waiting for?
    What you waiting for?
    Take a chance, you stupid ho (What you waiting for?)
    Take a chance, you stupid ho

  • written by Mark Batson, Jerry Bock, Kara DioGuardi, Mike Elizondo, Eve, Sheldon Harnick, Chantal Kreviazuk, Gwen Stefani, Andre Young

    Na-na-na-na-na-na
    Na-na-na-na-na-na
    Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
    Na-na-na-na-na-na
    Na-na-na-na-na-na
    Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na

    If I was a rich girl
    Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
    See, I’d have all the money in the world
    If I was a wealthy girl

    No man could test me, impress me
    My cash flow would never ever end
    Cause I’d have all the money in the world
    If I was a wealthy girl

    Think what that money could bring
    I’d buy everything
    Clean out Vivienne Westwood
    In my Galliano gown

    No, wouldn’t just have one hood
    A Hollywood mansion if I could
    Please book me first class
    To my fancy house in London town

    All the riches, baby
    Won’t mean anything
    All the riches, baby
    Won’t bring what your love can bring

    All the riches, baby
    Won’t mean anything
    Don’t need no other, baby
    Your lovin’ is better than gold, and I know

    If I was a rich girl
    Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
    See, I’d have all the money in the world
    If I was a wealthy girl

    No man could test me, impress me
    My cash flow would never ever end
    Cause I’d have all the money in the world
    If I was a wealthy girl

    I’d get me four Harajuku girls to inspire me
    And they’d come to my rescue
    I’d dress them wicked, I’d give them names
    Love, Angel, Music, Baby
    Hurry up and come and save me

    All the riches, baby
    Won’t mean anything
    All the riches, baby
    Won’t bring what your love can bring

    All the riches, baby
    Won’t mean anything
    Don’t need no other, baby
    Your lovin’ is better than gold, and I know

    Come together all over the world
    From the hoods of Japan, Harajuku girls
    What? It’s all love
    What? Give it up
    What?
    (shouldn’t matter, shouldn’t matter
    shouldn’t matter, shouldn’t matter)
    What?
    Come together all over the world
    From the hoods of Japan, Harajuku girls
    What? It’s all love
    What? Give it up
    What?
    (shouldn’t matter, shouldn’t matter
    shouldn’t matter, shouldn’t matter)

    What happened to my life?
    Turned upside down
    Chicks that blew ya mind, ding, it’s the second round
    Original track and ting, uh
    You know you can’t buy these things
    See Stefani and her L.A.M.B
    I rock the Fetish people, you know who I am

    Yes, ma’am, we got the style that’s wicked
    I hope you can all keep up
    We climbed all the way from the bottom to the top
    Now we ain’t gettin’ nothing but love

    If I was a rich girl
    Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
    See, I’d have all the money in the world
    If I was a wealthy girl

    No man could test me, impress me
    My cash flow would never end
    Cause I’d have all the money in the world
    If I was a wealthy girl

    Na-na-na-na-na-na
    Na-na-na-na-na-na
    Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
    Na-na-na-na-na-na
    Na-na-na-na-na-na
    Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
    Na-na-na-na-na-na
    Na-na-na-na-na-na
    Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na

  • written by Gwen Stefani, Pharrell Williams, Chad Hugo

    Uh huh, this my shit
    All the girls stomp your feet like this

    A few times I’ve been around that track
    So it’s not just gonna happen like that
    Cause I ain’t no hollaback girl
    I ain’t no hollaback girl
    A few times I’ve been around that track
    So it’s not just gonna happen like that
    Cause I ain’t no hollaback girl
    I ain’t no hollaback girl

    Ooooh, this my shit, this my shit
    Ooooh, this my shit, this my shit
    Ooooh, this my shit, this my shit
    Ooooh, this my shit, this my shit

    I heard that you were talking shit
    And you didn’t think that I would hear it
    People hear you talking like that
    Getting everybody fired up

    So I’m ready to attack, gonna lead the pack
    Gonna get a touchdown, gonna take you out
    That’s right, put your pom-poms downs
    Getting’ everybody fired up

    A few times I’ve been around that track
    So it’s not just gonna happen like that
    Cause I ain’t no hollaback girl
    I ain’t no hollaback girl
    A few times I’ve been around that track
    So it’s not just gonna happen like that
    Cause I ain’t no hollaback girl
    I ain’t no hollaback girl

    Ooooh, this my shit, this my shit
    Ooooh, this my shit, this my shit
    Ooooh, this my shit, this my shit
    Ooooh, this my shit, this my shit

    So, that’s right, dude
    Meet me at the bleachers
    No principals, no student teachers
    Both of us want to be the winner
    But there can only be one

    So I’m gonna fight, gonna give it my all
    Gonna make you fall, gonna sock it to you
    That’s right
    I’m the last one standing
    Another one bites the dust

    A few times I’ve been around that track
    So it’s not just gonna happen like that
    Cause I ain’t no hollaback girl
    I ain’t no hollaback girl
    A few times I’ve been around that track
    So it’s not just gonna happen like that
    Cause I ain’t no hollaback girl
    I ain’t no hollaback girl

    Ooooh, this my shit, this my shit
    Ooooh, this my shit, this my shit
    Ooooh, this my shit, this my shit
    Ooooh, this my shit, this my shit

    Let me hear you say this shit is bananas
    B-A-N-A-N-A-S
    This shit is bananas
    B-A-N-A-N-A-S
    Again, this shit is bananas
    B-A-N-A-N-A-S
    This shit is bananas
    B-A-N-A-N-A-S

    A few times I’ve been around that track
    So it’s not just gonna happen like that
    Cause I ain’t no hollaback girl
    I ain’t no hollaback girl
    A few times I’ve been around that track
    So it’s not just gonna happen like that
    Cause I ain’t no hollaback girl
    I ain’t no hollaback girl

    Ooooh, this my shit, this my shit
    Ooooh, this my shit, this my shit
    Ooooh, this my shit, this my shit
    Ooooh, this my shit, this my shit

  • written by Gwen Stefani, Dallas Austin

    It’s hard to remember how it felt before
    Now I found the love of my life
    Passes things, get more comfortable
    Everything is going right

    And after all the obstacles
    It’s good to see you now with someone else
    And it’s such a miracle that you and me
    Are still good friends
    After all that we’ve been through
    I know we’re cool
    I know we’re cool

    We used to think it was impossible
    Now you call me by my new last name
    Memories seem like so long ago
    Time always kills the pain

    Remember Harbor Boulevard?
    The dreaming days, where the mess was made?
    Look how all the kids have grown
    Oh, we have changed but we’re still the same
    After all that we’ve been through
    I know we’re cool
    I know we’re cool
    Yeah, I know we’re cool

    And I’ll be happy for you
    If you can be happy for me
    Circles and triangles
    And now we’re hanging out with your new girlfriend
    So far from where we’ve been
    I know we’re cool
    I know we’re cool

    Cool, uh, uh, I know we’re cool
    Uh, uh, I know we’re cool
    Cool, yeah, I know we’re cool
    Yeah

  • written by André Benjamin, Gwen Stefani, Seven

    Gwen: Come on, Johnny! When you gonna get here?

    Johnny: Alright, hold your pretty horses, I’ll be there in a minute
    You just get yourself dolled up, alright, tootsie?
    You pick a place, you just pick a place

    Gwen: Um, Johnny?

    Johnny: Yeah, Gwenny-Gwen-Gwen?

    Gwen: You might wanna hurry, because tonight is the night

    I’m empty
    I need fulfilling, yes I do, love
    To the ceiling when I do, love
    I get this feeling when I’m in love

    I’m restless
    Can’t you see I try my bestest
    To be a good girl, because it’s just us
    So take me now, and do me justice

    I’m waiting
    Patiently anticipating
    Your arrival
    And I’m hating
    It takes so long to get to my house
    To take me out

    Tonight I’m gonna give you all my love in the back seat
    Bubble pop electric
    Bubble pop electric
    Gonna speed it down and slow it up in the back seat
    Bubble pop electric
    Uh-oh, in the back seat

    Okay now
    I understand he’s on his way now
    But jeez louise, I mean today now
    I can’t wait, I wanna play now

    I’m antsy
    Bubble pop electric, pansies
    My sweet tooth, I want your candy
    The Queen of Eng would say it’s randy

    I’m itchy
    I wish you would come and scratch me
    Tonight I’m falling, won’t you catch me?
    Swoop on by so you can snatch me, and take me out

    Tonight I’m gonna give you all my love in the back seat
    Bubble pop electric
    Bubble pop electric
    Gonna speed it down and slow it up in the back seat
    Bubble pop electric
    Uh-oh, in the back seat

    (I’ll get it!)
    The need to be satisfied
    (Hey Johnny! Lemme go grab my sweater)
    Come pick me up, I want a ride
    (Hi, Mrs. Stefani) (Bye, Mom!)
    Hurry, hurry, come to me
    (So baby, where you wanna go, huh?)
    Drive-in movie
    Drive in, move me
    Drive into me

    Bubble pop electric
    You’ve gotta get it
    (Straight to me, drive in movie)
    Take it to the back seat
    Run it like a track meet
    (Come to me, drive-in movie)
    Bubble pop electric
    You’ve gotta get it
    (Straight to me, drive in movie)
    Take it to the back seat
    Run it like a track meet
    (Come to me, drive-in movie)

    Tonight I’m gonna give you all my love in the back seat
    Bubble pop electric
    Bubble pop electric
    Gonna speed it down and slow it up in the back seat
    Bubble pop electric
    Uh-oh, in the back seat

    Tonight I’m gonna give you all my love in the back seat
    (Bubble pop electric, you’ve gotta get it
    Straight to me, drive in movie)
    Bubble pop electric, bubble pop electric
    (Take it to the back seat, run it like a track meet
    Come to me, drive-in movie)
    Gonna speed it down and slow it up in the back seat
    (Bubble pop electric, you’ve gotta get it
    Straight to me, drive in movie)
    Bubble pop electric in the back seat

    Johnny: Yeah, tell your father I said hello!

    Gwen: Johnny, get outta here!

  • written by Gwen Stefani, Tony Kanal, Ronald Isley, O’Kelly Isley, Rudolph Isley, Ernie Isley, Marvin Isley, Chris Jasper

    *Remixed for radio, including a feature by Slim Thug

    C’est pas possible cet amour
    C’est incroyable
    Tu me fais transpirer
    C’est parfait

    Working so hard every night and day
    And now we get the payback
    Trying so hard, saving up the paper
    Now we get to lay back
    Working so hard every night and day
    And now we get the payback
    The payback, the payback

    Champagne kisses
    Hold me in your lap of luxury
    I only want to fly first class desires
    You’re my limousine

    So elegant the way we ride
    Our passion, it just multiplies
    There’s platinum lightning in the sky
    Look, I’m livin’ like a queen

    This kind of love is getting expensive
    We know how to live, baby
    We’re luxurious like Egyptian cotton
    We’re so rich in love, we’re rollin’ in cashmere
    Got it in fifth gear, baby
    Diamond in the rough is lookin’ so sparkly

    Working so hard every night and day
    And now we get the payback
    Trying so hard, saving up the paper
    Now we get to lay back
    Working so hard every night and day
    And now we get the payback
    The payback, the payback

    Sugar, honey, sexy baby
    When we touch it turns to gold
    Sensitive and delicate
    Kinda like a tuberose

    You know you are my treasure chest
    It’s pure perfection when we kiss and
    You’re my Mr., I’m your Miss
    Gonna be until we’re old

    This kind of love is getting expensive
    We know how to live, baby
    We’re luxurious like Egyptian cotton

    Working so hard every night and day
    And now we get the payback
    Trying so hard, saving up the paper
    Now we get to lay back
    Working so hard every night and day
    And now we get the payback
    The payback, the payback

    Working so hard every night and day
    And now we get the payback
    Trying so hard, saving up the paper
    Now we get to lay back
    Working so hard every night and day
    And now we get the payback
    The payback, the payback

    Cha-ching, cha-ching
    We’re loaded and we’re not gonna blow it
    Cha-ching, cha-ching
    We’re hooked up with the love cause we grow it
    Cha-ching, cha-ching
    We got hydroponic love and we’re smokin’
    Cha-ching, cha-ching
    We burn it, you and I, we are so lit

    We’re so rich in love, we’re rollin’ in cashmere
    Got it in fifth gear, baby
    Diamond in the rough is lookin’ so sparkly

    Working so hard every night and day
    And now we get the payback
    Trying so hard, saving up the paper
    Now we get to lay back
    Working so hard every night and day
    And now we get the payback
    The payback, the payback

    Tu est si jolie, c’est pas possible
    C’est jamais assez, c’est jamais assez
    Tu me fais plein
    Toutes les choses
    Tu me fais sentir
    C’est parfait
    Je suis bien avec toi, je suis bien

  • written by Gwen Stefani, James Harris III, Terry Lewis, James Quenton Wright, Bobby Ross Avila, Issiah J. Avila

    Wa-mono
    There’s me, there’s you (hoko ten)
    In a pedestrian paradise
    Where the catwalk got its claws (meow)
    A subculture, in a kaleidoscope of fashion
    Prowl the streets of Harajuku (Irasshaimase)

    Super lovers, tell me where you got yours?
    (At the Super Lovers store)
    Yoji Yamamoto, I’m hanging with the locals

    Where the catwalk got its claws
    All you fashion know-it-alls
    With your underground malls
    In the world of Harajuku
    Putting on a show
    When you dress up in your clothes
    Wild hair color and cell phones
    Your accessories are dead on

    Harajuku girls, you got the wicked style
    I like the way that you are
    I am your biggest fan
    Harajuku girls, you got the wicked style
    I like the way that you are
    I am your biggest fan

    Harajuku girls, I’m looking at you, girls
    You’re so original, girls
    You got the look that makes you stand out
    Harajuku girls, I’m looking at you, girls
    You mix and match it, girls
    You dress so fly and just parade around
    (Arigato)

    I’m fascinated by the Japanese fashion scene
    Just an American girl in the Tokyo streets
    My boyfriend bought me a Hysteric Glamour shirt
    They’re hard to find in the states
    Got me feeling couture
    (It’s really cool)

    What’s that you got on? Is it Comme des Garçons?
    Vivienne Westwood can’t go wrong
    Mixed up with second hand clothes
    (Let’s not forget about John Galliano)

    Flipped the landscape
    When Nigo made A Bathing Ape
    I got expensive taste (oh, well)
    Guess I better save up (cho takai)

    Harajuku girls, you got the wicked style
    I like the way that you are
    I am your biggest fan
    Harajuku girls, you got the wicked style
    I like the way that you are
    I am your biggest fan

    Work it, express it, live it
    Command your style
    Create it, design it
    Now let me see you work it
    Create it, design it
    Now let me see you work it

    You bring style and color all around the world
    (You Harajuku girls)
    You bring style and color all around the world
    (You Harajuku girls)

    You’re look so distinctive, like D.N.A.
    Like nothing I’ve ever seen in the U.S.A.
    Your underground culture, visual grammar
    The language of your clothing is something to encounter

    A ping-pong match
    Between eastern and western
    Did you see your inspiration in my latest collection?
    Just wait ’til you get your little hands on L.A.M.B.
    Cause it’s (super kawaii)
    That means (super cute in Japanese)

    The streets of Harajuku are your catwalk
    (Bishoujo, you’re so vogue)
    That’s what you drop

    (Cho saikou, Harajuku girls)
    And that’s what you drop
    That’s what you drop
    (Cho saikou, Harajuku girls)
    I’m your biggest fan
    (Gwen Stefani, you like me)

    Harajuku girls, you got the wicked style
    I like the way that you are
    I am your biggest fan
    Harajuku girls, you got the wicked style
    I like the way that you are
    I am your biggest fan
    (Gwen Stefani aishiteru)

    Style attachment content
    A fatal attraction to cuteness
    Style is style, fashion is fashion
    Girl, you got style

  • written by Gwen Stefani, Tony Kanal

    Back it up, back it up
    You got it, you got it
    Put your hands up, put your hands up
    Put your hands up, uh uh uh
    You got it, you got it

    Drive back, baby, to me fast in your car
    I’m here waiting, crash into me real hard
    Drive back, baby, to me fast in your car
    I’m here waiting, crash into me real hard

    I wander ‘round the room and I’m getting things ready
    I picture you driving just like Mario Andretti
    I got the cush, Kettle One, waiting for your engine
    Your Grand Prix attention, it’s gonna be a party

    Don’t forget to make a U-turn
    I see you left your blinker on
    I got it rolled and ready here to burn
    Meet me back at home
    Eh, oh, eh, oh

    Drive back, baby, to me fast in your car
    I’m here waiting, crash into me real hard
    Drive back, baby, to me fast in your car
    I’m here waiting, crash into me real hard

    Driving fast in your car
    I’ve got you tracked on my radar

    It’s just such a trip how you’re still my speed racer
    You got me so addicted just like a free baser
    I want you all over me like L.A.M.B.
    So get here A.S.A.P., it’s gonnna be a party

    Don’t forget to make a U-turn (don’t forget to get here)
    I see you left your blinker on (you see I want to get it on)
    I got it rolled and ready here to burn
    Meet me back at home (you know you need me)
    Eh, oh, eh, oh (so come back)

    Drive back, baby, to me fast in your car
    I’m here waiting, crash into me real hard
    Drive back, baby, to me fast in your car
    I’m here waiting, crash into me real hard

    Now you know you’re qualified
    You’re in the pole position
    Put it in first gear, step on the pedal
    And drive fast

    Back it up, back it up
    You got it, you got it
    Back it up, back it up
    You got it, you got it
    Put your hands up, put your hands up
    Put your hands up, uh uh uh
    You got it, you got it
    Put your hands up, put your hands up
    Put your hands up, uh uh uh
    You got it, you got it

    (I’m ready for you)
    Drive back, baby, to me fast in your car
    (Me and you, boo)
    I’m here waiting, crash into me real hard
    (I’m ready for you)
    Drive back, baby, to me fast in your car
    (For me and you, boo)
    I’m here waiting, crash into me real hard

    (I’m ready for you)
    Drive back, baby, to me fast in your car
    (Me and you, boo)
    I’m here waiting, crash into me real hard
    (I’m ready for you)
    Drive back, baby, to me fast in your car
    (For me and you, boo)
    I’m here waiting, crash into me real hard

    Crash, crash
    Come on, baby, please hurry up, you know I’m waiting for you
    Come on, baby, please hurry up, you know I’m waiting for you
    Crash
    Come on, baby, please hurry up, you know I’m waiting for you
    Come on, baby, please hurry up, you know I’m waiting for you
    Crash

  • written by Gwen Stefani, Linda Perry, GMR

    I’ve seen your face a thousand times
    Have all your stories memorized
    I’ve kissed your lips a million ways
    But I still love to have you around

    I’ve held you too many times to count
    I think I know you inside out
    And we’re together most days
    But I still love to have you around

    You’re the one I want
    And it’s not just a phase
    And you’re the one I trust
    Our love is the real thing

    Don’t go away
    My love (my love)
    I want you to stay in my life
    Don’t go away
    My lover (my love)
    I’m happiest when we spend time

    You’re a salty water ocean wave
    You knock me down, you kiss my face
    I know the storms will always come
    But I still love to have you around

    Heaven knows what will come next
    So emotional, you’re so complex
    A rollercoaster built to crash
    But I still love to have you around

    You’re the one I want
    And it’s not just a phase
    And you’re the one I trust
    Our love is the real thing

    Don’t go away
    My love (my love)
    I want you to stay in my life
    Don’t go away
    My lover (my love)
    I’m happiest when we spend time

    (It’s only you and I
    It’s only you and I)

    It’s you there when I close my eyes
    And you in the morning
    I never thought you’d still be mine
    Or I’d really need to have you around

    Don’t go away
    My love (my love)
    I want you to stay in my life
    Don’t go away
    My lover (my love)
    I need you
    You’re my love supply

    Don’t go away
    My love (you’re my love supply)
    I want you to stay
    In my life (every day, every night)
    Don’t go away
    My lover (you’re my love supply)
    I need you
    You’re my love supply

  • written by Gwen Stefani, Tony Kanal

    Baby, I don’t know when the danger came
    I wanna find someone that I can blame
    Call the doctor cause I am sick in love
    And I can’t help it

    Baby, I’m worried about my mental state
    Don’t know if I’ll recuperate
    Think it’s serious, gone from bad to worse
    And I’m in trouble

    (Oooh) I think I’m coming down with something
    (Yeah) I know it gonna need your medicine
    (Oooh) So help me now, I’m freaking out, lover

    This love is serious (everybody knows I’m mad for you)
    You get me seriously out of my mind
    And I am so into us (not gonna let no one get hold of you)
    Baby, baby (Cause this love is serious, we’re seriously onto something)
    It’s serious

    Lover, you love me like no one can
    So if I’m crazy, hope you understand
    Hurry, doctor, come, need to get me some
    You know what time it is

    (Oooh) I think I’m coming down with something
    (I’m goin’ to need a doctor)
    (Yeah) I know it gonna need your medicine
    (It’s gettin’ hot in here)
    (Oooh) So help me now
    (Can you help me?)
    I’m freaking out, lover

    This love is serious (everybody knows I’m mad for you)
    You get me seriously out of my mind
    And I am so into us (let no one get hold of you)
    Baby, you’re mine (you’re seriously fine)

    And you know I can’t stand
    How the girls all wanna be getting all up in my place
    So get off of my man, and don’t try to mess with me
    (Cause this love is serious, we’re seriously onto something)
    It’s serious

    You got me so delirious, I’m under your control
    Point it at me if you must, your arrow’s got me poisoned
    Tell me what my treatment is, your love’s got me insane
    My prescription is your kiss and boy, you got me wantin’ it

    (S-E-R-I-O-U-S) You got me so delirious, I’m under your control
    (S-E-R-I-O-U-S) Point it at me if you must, your arrow’s got me poisoned
    (S-E-R-I-O-U-S) Tell me what my treatment is, your love’s got me insane
    (S-E-R-I-O-U-S) My prescription is your kiss and boy, you got me wantin’ it

    This love is serious (everybody knows I’m mad for you)
    You get me seriously out of my mind
    And I am so into us (let no one get hold of you)
    Baby, you’re mine (you’re seriously fine)

    (This love is serious )
    And you know I can’t stand
    (You get me seriously out of my mind)
    How the girls all wanna be getting all up in my place
    (And I am so into us) (Baby, you’re mine)
    So get off of my man, and don’t try to mess with me
    (Cause this love is serious, we’re seriously onto something)

    (S-E-R-I-O-U-S) This love is serious (everybody knows I’m mad for you)
    (S-E-R-I-O-U-S) You get me seriously out of my mind
    (S-E-R-I-O-U-S) And I am so into us (let no one get hold of you)
    (S-E-R-I-O-U-S) Baby, you’re mine (you’re seriously fine)
    Cause this love is serious

    We’re seriously onto something
    It’s serious

    (I’m goin’ to need the doctor)

  • written by Gwen Stefani, Dallas Austin, Linda Perry

    I can’t imagine how hard it must be to be you
    Adopting all your history, it’s hard being me too
    Are your secrets where you left them?
    Cause now your ghosts are mine as well
    I think it’s time I met them
    And I think it’s time you tell

    And you should have told me when you met me
    All these things I should know
    And I should have asked
    We should have talked about this so long ago

    It’s not fair, it’s not fair, and don’t leave me here
    Oh, how’s this happening to me? It feels so lonely here

    We are in a mess, a danger zone
    What will happen next? You never know
    We are in a mess, a danger zone
    What will happen next? You never know

    Now we share the closet, now you’ve let me come inside
    And now you’re finally undressing and I feel like I might die
    The damage is infectious; the confession is too late
    And how can I accept this? How is this happening to me?

    It’s not fair, it’s not fair, help me come up for air
    Oh, how’s this happening to me? It feels so lonely here

    We are in a mess, a danger zone
    What will happen next? You never know
    We are in a mess, a danger zone
    What will happen next? You never know
    You never know
    You never know

    All of your secrets
    All your lies
    All of it

    We are in a mess, a danger zone
    (I am completely paralyzed)
    What will happen next? You never know
    (I’ve crashed a thousand times)
    We are in a mess, a danger zone
    (Since we last talked)
    What will happen next? You never know

    (I don’t deserve this)
    We are in a mess, a danger zone
    (I didn’t know what was going to happen)
    What will happen next? You never know
    (How could you do this?)
    We are in a mess, a danger zone
    (How could this be happening to me?)
    What will happen next? You never know

  • written by André Benjamin, Gwen Stefani

    We’ve got a long way to go
    When snow hits the asphalt, cold looks and bad talk come
    We’ve got a long way to go
    It’s beyond Martin Luther, upgrade computer

    Her/his skin wasn’t the same color as mine
    But she/he was fine, she/he was fine
    If all men are made equal, then
    She/he was fine, she/he was fine
    Up until the time we went out on a date
    I was fine, I was fine
    Now I’m getting dirty looks, I wonder what they’d say
    If we were blind, we were blind people

    We’ve got a long way to go
    When snow hits the asphalt, cold looks and bad talk come
    We’ve got a long way to go
    It’s beyond Martin Luther, upgrade computer

    We’ve got a long way to go
    When snow hits the asphalt, cold looks and bad talk come
    We’ve got a long way to go
    It’s beyond Martin Luther, upgrade computer

    Beauty is beauty, whether it’s black or white
    Yellow or green, baby, you know what I mean
    What if Picasso only used one color?
    There shouldn’t be a rule how to choose your lover
    Lovers in love is such a wonderful thing
    Maybe in time we’ll get together and sing
    I really hope so, there’s nothing wrong with this picture
    We got a long way to go, we gotta get there quicker

    We’ve got a long way to go
    When snow hits the asphalt, cold looks and bad talk come
    We’ve got a long way to go
    It’s beyond Martin Luther, upgrade computer

    We’ve got a long way to go
    When snow hits the asphalt, cold looks and bad talk come
    We’ve got a long way to go
    It’s beyond Martin Luther, upgrade computer

    What color is love?
    What color is love?
    What color is love?

    We’ve got a long way to go
    When snow hits the asphalt, cold looks and bad talk come
    We’ve got a long way to go
    It’s beyond Martin Luther, upgrade computer

    We’ve got a long way to go
    When snow hits the asphalt, cold looks and bad talk come
    We’ve got a long way to go
    It’s beyond Martin Luther, upgrade computer

    “…that ALL men are created equal…”
    “Children will one day live in a nation…”
    “…where they will not be judged by…”
    “…by the color of their skin…”
    “…but by the content of their character…”
    “This will be the day when ALL of God’s children…”
    “…will be able to sing with a new meaning…”
    “…not only that…”

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