| First Line | Title | Artist |
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| I know a place / where the grass is really greener. | |
| You got your high brow shoes on your feet, / and you wear them around like it ain't sh**. | |
| I can't tell you what it really is / I can only tell you what it feels like. | |
| [TITLE] I'm stupid, I'm useless, / I can't do anything right. | |
| You think I'm pretty without any makeup on. / You think I'm funny when I tell the punchline wrong. | |
| Maybe I need some rehab / or maybe just need some sleep. | |
| Hello. Hello, baby, you called? / I can't hear a thing. | |
| Baby, let me love you down. / There's so many ways to love you. | |
| Everybody's looking for love. / Ain't that the reason you're at this club? | |
| I know you feel where I'm coming from / regardless of the things in the past that I've done. | |
| Been there, done that, messed around. / I'm having fun, don't put me down. | |
| I'm still alive, but I'm barely breathing. / Just praying to a god that I don't believe in. | |
| I want your ugly. / I want your disease. | |
| Tonight, I'mma let you be the captain. / Tonight, I'mma let you do your thing, yeah. | |
| I was so wrong for so long / only trying to please myself. | |
| | First Line | Title | Artist |
|---|
| Remember the first time we met? / You was at the mall with your friends. | |
| I could use a dream, or a genie, or a wish / to go back to a place much simpler than this. | |
| Girl please excuse me if I'm coming too strong, / but tonight is the night we can really hit it off. | |
| Baby, you're looking fire hot. / I'll have you open all night like an IHOP. | |
| Yeah, I would have a show like Oprah / I would be the host of Everyday Christmas. | |
| Yes, I can see her / because every girl in here want to be her. | |
| Now listen to me, baby / before I up and leave you. | |
| Your lipstick stains / on the front lobe of my left side brain. | |
| Oh, her eyes, her eyes / make the stars look like they're not shining. | |
| You ought to know / tonight is the night to let it go. | |
| [TITLE] on the next level. / [TITLE] rocking over that bass treble. | |
| Picture perfect memories scattered all around the floor. / Reaching for the phone, because I can't fight it anymore. | |
| I came to move, move, move, move. / Get out of the way of me and my crew, crew, crew, crew. | |
| So, we back in the club / get that bodies rockin from side to side. | |
| Wake up in the morning / feeling like P. Diddy. | |
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VH1's 100 Songs ('90s) 
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