Keb' Mo' lyrics

I love the way you love me,
an' I love the way you comb your hair.
I love the way you love me baby,
Love the way you comb your hair.
If it was left up to me baby,
You wouldn't never get to go no where

Hey sweet mama, baby don't you go too far.
Hey sweet mama, baby don't you go too far.
I wanna know where you is every minute,
Who you're with and where you are.

I love you baby so please don't you

Victims of Comfort

No rocket's gonna fly that high,
There's no escaping the enemy, It's you I,
We've poisoned up the water,
We're chokin' on the air,
Let's stop before it gets too late,
Or is it already too late?
Is it already too late?

For the victims of comfort,
Got no one else to blame,
We're just the victims of comfort,
Connosuiers of pain.

It's a technological merry-go-round,

When the music starts to playin
She slides out on the floor
Dancing without a partner
Swaying on the two and four

There's a rythym in her footsteps
And a flower in her hair
A smile on her face
Cause she's in a place
Where she don't have a care

She ain't looking for no lover
She ain't looking for a romance
She just wants to dance
She just wants to dance