| What is life? | |
| To live is to believe | |
| To loveIs to receive | |
| Unh, check it out | |
| Check it out now | |
| Young woman confused | |
| Young woman abused | |
| You must understand | |
| It's never too late to lose who you are | |
| And choose who you are supposed to be | |
| Supposed to become | |
| You've been in and out | |
| Up and down, back and forth | |
| Backwards around | |
| Not a friend, not a mother, not a father | |
| Just God and you should make a choice | |
| What you ought to do | |
| What matters most | |
| Who you are to you | |
| Opinions of the old and young | |
| Shouldn't matter to you | |
| Take advice think it over twice | |
| Make a choice that helps you sleep at night | |
| Night is decent, but recently | |
| Things have shown us | |
| We have done the wrong things often | |
| Never suicide, that's the easy route | |
| There's always another way out | |
| Think about it (think about it) | |
| Life is like | |
| Life is like a park | |
| Seesaws, merry-go-rounds | |
| And though you may swing high | |
| Sometimes you may even fall down | |
| And though you may get stuck | |
| You must get back up | |
| You are bloomin' love | |
| Now see if you went through life with your eyes closed | |
| You never would've known there was a high road | |
| Let people get the best of you and get mad at them | |
| Instead of bein' mad at yourself | |
| You're only number one in your life | |
| And you will decide if it goes right | |
| Every time you digress | |
| Defeat your progress | |
| Feed you lunch, but you must digest | |
| The controversy yo can get personal | |
| They don't understand it's the role reversal | |
| Seekin' fame, play their games | |
| Gave a whole lot for a whole little game | |
| When push comes to shove | |
| Do you push or shove? | |
| When the choice is yours | |
| Do you leave with love? | |
| All the tears you cried, you're dyin' inside | |
| When will you decide to survive | |
| Think about it | |
| Life is like | |
| Life is like a park | |
| Seesaws, merry-go-rounds | |
| And though you may swing high | |
| Sometimes you may even fall down | |
| And though you may get stuck | |
| You must get back up | |
| You are bloomin' love | |
| Life is like | |
| Life is like a park | |
| Seesaws, merry-go-rounds | |
| And though you may swing high | |
| Sometimes you may even fall down | |
| And though you may get stuck | |
| You must get back up | |
| You are bloomin' love | |
| Clap your hands, this evenin', everybody | |
| Clap your hands | |
| Why don't you clap your hands everybody? | |
| Everybody clap your hands | |
| Why don't you clap your hands, oh | |
| Left Eye?Everybody clap your hands | |
| Why don't you clap your hands everybody? | |
| Everybody clap your hands y'all | |
| Clap your hands y'all, ohh clap your hands | |
| If you believe it, clap your hands | |
| Bloomin' love | |
| Life is like | |
| Life is like a park | |
| Seesaws, merry-go-rounds | |
| And though you may swing high | |
| Sometimes you may even fall down | |
| And though you may get stuck | |
| You must get back up | |
| You are bloomin' love | |
| Sometimes you may fall down | |
| But you gotta get back up and try it again | |
| Try it again and try it again | |
| And Try it again | |
| And try it again | |
| And try it again |