won't ask again Will you still love me tomorrow Will you still love me tomorrow Will you still love me tomorrow Will you still love me tomorrow
and I won't ask again Will you still love me tomorrow Will you still love me tomorrow Will you still love me tomorrow Will you still love me tomorrow
Hold on to me, and when you sleep be at peace my son (Thanks to Ashley for these lyrics)
Gotta keep faith that your path will change Gotta keep faith that your love will change tomorrow I got out of your range Tomorrow All your suffering seems vain Change tomorrow Some forgiveness now Tomorrow
keep faith that your path will change Gotta keep faith that your love will change tomorrow I got out of your range tomorrow all your suffering seems vain tomorrow tomorrow some forgiveness now tomorrow
a gun Gotta keep faith that your past will change Gotta keep faith that your love will change Tomorrow This day will change Tomorrow All your hope remain Change tomorrow Cannot fix it now Tomorrow
tomorrow? (INSTRUMENTAL) So tell me now, and I won't ask again Will you still love me tomorrow? Will you still love me tomorrow? Will you still love me tomorrow
: Hold on to me, and when you sleep be at peace my son (Thanks to Ashley for these lyrics)
X2 They goin' high heel shoes, me and my girls rocking Jimmy Choo's They think that benzel's fun, we roll out like we're the girl James Bond Now we
' to buy they bitch Now they rich try to piss everybody to trick off But a true boss to pay the cost, she giving away her drawls Word to the brown James
"bow!" Everybody pop a bottle, make that thing go "bow!" See him standing on the furniture doing his thing Tell the club owner, fuck yo' crouch, Rick James
Puff Pick a day, get your girl, come and play You know my motherfuckin' name You know my motherfuckin' name How 'bout we hop in the Monte Carlo tomorrow
at all He thought he knew who love was 'Til he fell in the arms of another extreme But who's to say things can't be changed It?s your world and tomorrow
thing go pop everybody pop a bottle, make that thing go pop you see him standing on the furniture doing his thing tell the club owner, fuck yo' crouch, Rick James
must hang up in the belfry where the bats and moonlight laugh We must stare into a crystal ball and only see the past Into the caverns of tomorrow with
From the 21st Century Represent generational Rock 'N' Roll style Martin Degville, James Ray, X, Kavanagh, Yan, ya, ya Stereo, video, sci-fi sex, let'
along - tomorrow I'll be better off Next time, next time, next time, ooh next time, next time No, no next time Wop, bob a loo bop bam Next time Anyone here seen ray charles? James