Summertime always gives me the blues Thinking about the things we used to do Watching lovers in the park making love so free And now I realize there's
second thought It's a thin line between love and hate It's a thin line between love and hate It's a thin line between love and hate It's a thin line
wanna come back I can't give you my private line 'Cause you be calling me all the time A year ago would have been fine Now I gotta give you my service line
all in the scripts of L.A. I don't even know your name but you want everything Name your price, sign it away On the dotted line and I'll make you famous
else It's either one thing or the other It's a fine line between talking and giving It's a fine line between dancing and making love It's a fine line
hard Doin' anything that you want me to Baby, I'm gonna walk that line for you Ooh, I'm gonna walk that line for you Ooh, I'm gonna walk that line for
your puppy dawg now (chorus) ooooh gonna walk that line for you... ooooh gonna walk that line for you... do anything that you want me to... ooooh gonna walk that line
my heart I won't let you break my mind As far as your memory goes That's where I draw the line That's where I draw the line
Pick up the phone, call up the line Call up the request line Call up the line Call up the request line So call up the line Get down wit, down wit us
This may never start. We could fall apart. And I'd be your memory. Lost your sense of fear. Feelings insincere. Can I be your memory? So get back, back
a rage of fury Send them back their apostle's fossils and crazed right A rude awakening and but now I'm alert And that's right down my line of work
And we're the only ones who can perceive it But others sing of beauty and the story that's unfolded As one that deserves praise and ritual My pessimistic lines
here Dogged as a drone Stagnant as the stone Weathered and alone Living on the fault line Living on the fault line Living on the fault line
The white man call himself civilized Cause he know how to take over The white man come to pillage my village Now he tell me I have to bend over
Wasting your life on the sidewalk When you can be out on the street, dodging cars As they go by, the wind goes right through you Life on the edge
She once told me not to listen Find the answers, intuition Follow no-one, trust your instincts Face the world, find out it stinks Don't come crying
I've got respect from the community I've got my bridge game to look forward to I've got this chance, a golden opportunity As long as I keep doing what