You've got that something You've got that something Look at me here I am I'm giving all of my lovin' every day of my life to you All you see can be yours
I got a little somethin' for ya (I got a little somethin' for you) Na na na na na na na na na I got a little somethin' for you I got a little somethin
other things CHORUS (But I know) You've got to stand for something Or you're gonna fall for anything You've gotta stand right up for somethin' Or you
Girl something you got makes me bring home my pay Now, something you got you ought to know My, my woah, woah, I love you so Hey, something you got makes
his advice Whatever you do today, you'll have to sleep with tonight He'd say you've got to stand for something or you'll fall for anything You've got
me around I said, oh, Seattle, do you know what you do? Hey, yeah, ever all that you've done for me I got a little something for you If you want to
got something, something so fine You really do move me, move me all night You've really got, you've really got You've really got something You've really got, you
down You regret everything you've done now You bet that I've got something personal against you! You deny all the sleaze and graffiti You inflect You
down You invent Everything you've done Now you bet that I've got something personal against you! You deny All the sleaze and graffiti You inflect You
of you and you try to disarm me with an embrace Just like the heart that's spent a lifetime Forgiving what is cruel, so have I for you, so have I for you Mama, you
love you so" Something you got, baby Makes me work all day Something you got, baby Makes me bring you home my pay Ah, something you got Oh, you ought
something that you ain't got It's something you ain't got It's something you ain't got It's something you ain't got It's something you ain't got Well
, just a hanging out I can't stand it, what you're doing You got something I can't live without I can't stand it, is what you're doing You got something
Now you've got something to die for Now you've got something to die for Infidel, Imperial Lust for blood, a blind crusade Apocalyptic, we count the days
What you don't got, I can't give to you You got calamities to go live through Just when the nickels come a jingling down You've got to use them all to
And they're smoking all the flowers you've arranged And the blind poet enters beheading all you roses To make up for the beauty you've regained I've
Oh, it's you, I love the things you do To make me blue Oh, it's true, I love the things you do To make me blue To make me blue To make me blue To make
