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Story by Robin Thicke
1. Youre My Fantasy
2. Get Her Back
3. Still Madly Crazy
4. Lock The Door
5. Whatever I Want
6. Living In New York City
7. Love Can Grow Back
8. Black Tar Cloud
9. Too Little Too Late
10. Tippy Toes
11. Something Bad
12. The Opposite Of Me
13. Time Of Your Life
14. Forever Love
Youre My Fantasy
Touch me youre my fantasy
My bodys yours, my heart is yours
Touch me youre my fantasy
My night is yours, my love is yours
Touch me youre my fantasy
My bodys yours, my heart is yours
Touch me youre my fantasy
My night is yours, my love is yours
Touch me youre my fantasy
Ooh baby I got a feeling we aint never going to
be friends Ooh baby I got a feeling tonight
Ooh baby I got a feeling we were lovers in a
previous life
Ooh baby I got a feeling tonight
Please, please, please, please, please, please,
please
I dont know how you do it, working the way you are
Trying to be a mother, earner, lady and a star
I will always daydream wishing that you were mine
I understand right now you need some space and
time
I can smell your perfume
Your legs are on my walls
Your bodys on my ceiling
Your giggle down the hall
I remember when I was the only one youd call
Everything has changed, everything has changed
Please, please, please, please, please, please,
please
Let it go, lights down low, youre my fantasy
Here we go, the angels know you are my fantasy
Let it go, lights down low, youre my fantasy
Here we go, only you are my fantasy
Cant get too much of you babe
Ill never make it without your love
Cant get enough of you babe
Ill never make it without your love
Come back to me
Come home to me babe
Come on back to me
Pretty please darling
Written by: Robin Thicke, James Gass
Produced by: Robin Thicke, Pro Jay
Engineered by: Bill Malina
Engineered at: Record Plant
Drums, Guitars, Piano: Pro Jay
Wurlitzer: Larry Cox
Background Vocals: Robin Thicke
Mixed by: Manny Marroquin
Mixed at: Larrabee Studios (Universal City, CA)
Assisted by: Chris Galland, Delbert Bowers
Publishing: I Like Em Thicke Music (ASCAP),
KickGass Music, Administered by Songs of Universal,
Inc. (BMI)
Get Her Back
(All I wanna do)
Is keep it light, keep it light
(Is keep you satised)
(All I wanna do)
Is make it right, make it right
(Is make you smile all night)
(All I wanna do)
Is give you that thing
Play you that song you and your girlfriends sing
(All I wanna do)
Is get you back tonight
I gotta get her go, get her go, get her go, get her back
I gotta get her go, get her go, get her go, get her back
I gotta treat her right, whoa
I gotta cherish her for life
I gotta get her go, get her go, get her go, get her
tonight
I never shouldve raised my voice, or made you feel
so small
I never shouldve asked you to do anything at all
I shouldve kissed you longer
I shouldve held you stronger
And ill wait for forever for you love me again
Oh its so hard (its so hard)
Oh its so hard (Oh its so hard)
But it doesnt have to be
Written by: Robin Thicke, Bobby Keyes
Produced by: Robin Thicke, Pro Jay
Engineered by: Bill Malina
Engineered at: Record Plant
Additional Engineering by: Tim Phillips
All Instruments by: Bobby Keyes
Mixed by: Tony Maserati
Mixed at: Mirrorball Studios (North Hollywood, CA)
Assisted by: Justin Hergett, James Krausse
Publishing: I Like Em Thicke Music (ASCAP),
Thrillionaire Music (ASCAP)
Still Madly Crazy
What can I say, oh what can I do
When Im crazy so crazy for you
And I try not to show it but I cant control it
Im still madly crazy for you
See the birds y, see the blue sky, see the best times of
my life
Watch me crawl, watch me beg, watch me fall deep
cause I
I just cant stop, I just cant stop thinking about those days
Under sunshine too much wine laying in the grass you
were all mine
So free just like heaven or what I expect heaven will be
Soaked up in love baby just you and me
What can I say oh what can I do
Im crazy so crazy for you,
I try not to show it, but just cant control it
Im still madly crazy for you
Every night youd close your eyes on my chest like its
home
And youd say until that happened you just cant fall
asleep
Without you laying your head on me
But I was in chains in the rain lost my soul now you know
Im so sorry you had to suffer my lack of self-control
You think by now I might have grown
What can I say oh what can I do
Im crazy so crazy for you
I try not to show it, but my heart just cant hold it
Im still madly crazy for you
Written by: Robin Thicke
Produced by: Robin Thicke, Pro Jay
Engineered by: Bill Malina
Engineered at: Record Plant
Piano: Robin Thicke
Mixed by: Tony Maserati
Mixed at: Mirrorball Studios (North Hollywood, CA)
Assisted by: Justin Hergett, James Krausse
Publishing: I Like Em Thicke Music (ASCAP)
Lock The Door
One, two, look at you
Three, four, she locked the door
I keep knocking and knocking and knocking and
knocking
She was born in Paris at the age of 21
Love knew her, but she didnt know love
Love didnt hear her when she cried, love didnt
stand by her side
On the most important nights, oh yeah
But now shes ying high you cant hurt her no more
Now shes locked the door because you broke the
key
And she got a bright smile on her face now that she
got that little taste
She just wants more, she just wants more
She locked the door
(I kept trying to tell you you were pushing me too far)
She locked the door
(I kept trying to warn you you were slowly breaking
my heart)
She locked the door
(I kept giving you all I had but you took way too much)
She locked, locked, locked, locked, locked, locked
that door
(And I dont know what this is but I know this aint love)
One morning the tears started rolling down her empty
face
That sparkle in her eye had been abruptly replaced
When I touched her she said wait, when I kissed her
she pulled away
And I knew it was over, cause she had nothing left
to say
Now shes ying high you cant hurt her no more
Now shes locked the door because you broke the key
Now a world without you she calls home, she aint
leaving no porch light on She just wants more, she
just wants more
Baby let me in, baby I miss my best friend, yes I do
She locked the door, you cant hurt her no more
She locked, locked, locked, locked, locked, locked
that door
Dont leave me out here in the cold, Ooh turn the
porch light on
At least open the doggy-door, Throw a friend a juicy bone
Baby please give me a little hope, all I need is a
little hope
One, two, silly fool
Three, four, she locked the door
I keep knocking and knocking and knocking and
knocking
Written by: Robin Thicke
Produced by: Robin Thicke, Pro Jay
Engineered by: Bill Malina
Engineered at: Record Plant
Bass: Matty Taylor
Piano: Robin Thicke
Background Vocals: Kimberly Johnson-Breaux,
Alexandra Isley, Angie Fisher
Mixed by: Tony Maserati
Mixed at: Mirrorball Studios (North Hollywood, CA)
Assisted by: Justin Hergett, James Krausse
Publishing: I Like Em Thicke Music (ASCAP)
Whatever I Want
(I can do whatever I want) Ooh baby
(I can do whatever I want) Finally
(I can do whatever I want) Freedom
(I can do whatever I want) Freedom
(Kiss me, kiss me kiss me, kiss me) All over
(Kiss me, kiss me, kiss me, kiss me) All over
(Kiss me, kiss me, kiss me, kiss me) All over
(Kiss me, kiss me, kiss me, kiss me) All over
Now that the monkey on your back is gone
Now that the pain and regret have moved along
Now that you nally have some piece of mind
Who knows what buried treasure you might nd,
oh lord
Deeply intrigued by what youve never had
Emotion explosions none of which are mad
Now every dream you feel is coming true
Cause there aint nobody to tell you what to do,
aye aye aye
Written by: Robin Thicke, James Gass
Produced by: Robin Thicke, Pro Jay
Engineered by: Bill Malina
Engineered at: Record Plant
Guitars: Chris Payton
Drums and Bass: Pro Jay
Background Vocals: Kimberly Johnson-Breaux,
Alexandra Isley
Mixed by: Manny Marroquin
Mixed at: Larrabee Studios (Universal City, CA)
Assisted by: Chris Galland, Delbert Bowers
Publishing: I Like Em Thicke Music (ASCAP),
Living In New York City
Im livin in New York City
Im livin in New York
Im livin in New York City
In the center of the world
Im livin in New York City
Wait til you see what I do
Im livin in New York City
To nd somebody like you
I said me (me), you (you), N (N) Y (Y)
Why not, (why not), why not, (why not), why not,
(why not)
Im walking my bulldog baby
In the middle of Central Park
Takin over downtown baby
Long after it gets dark
Every night is a mystery
Baby I just cant sleep
I gotta stay out all night
So you can nd me
Im livin in New York City
And its livin to me
Wait til you see what I do
When I nd somebody like you
said me (me), you (you), N (N) Y (Y)
Why not, (why not), why not, (why not), why not,
(why not)
I thought I was livin
Till I woke up to a siren
I thought I was over
Till I met these New York soldiers
They keep on working
They keep on ghting
America
Its time to wake up
Cause Im livin in New York City
Im livin in New York
Im livin in New York City
In the center of the world
Im livin in New York City
Where girls are pretty, streets are witty
Im livin in New York City
Where everybodys livin, and everybodys winning
Im livin in New York City
Where streets are witty, girls look pretty
Im livin in New York City
And its, and its, and its livin in me
Written by: Robin Thicke, William Taylor,
Ronnie Breaux, Lemar Guillary
Produced by: Robin Thicke, Pro Jay
Engineered by: Bill Malina
Engineered at: Record Plant
Additional Engineering by: Benjamin Rice
Bass and Piano: Robin Thicke
Guitars: Chris Payton
Horns: Lemar Guillary, Donald Hayes,
Cameron Johnson
Mixed by: Serban Ghenea
Mixed at: MixStar Studios (Virginia Beach, VA)
Publishing: I Like Em Thicke Music (ASCAP),
The Sewing Room Publishing admin. by North
Hudson Music (ASCAP), Where Is Mad Max
(ASCAP), By Law Music (ASCAP)
Love Can Grow Back
Youre way too young to dance like that in front of
a man like me baby
Oh yes you are
You know cigarettes are bad for you baby
But so am I
So go out and get em done
When you come back well have so much fun
With your new nails on my back
You be scratching and scratching my itch
With your new nails on my back
Somethings broken only you can x
With your new new new new new new new nails
Sweet cherry pinapple black Shine your magical
touch and heavenly light on my body baby
Show me our love can grow back
Show me show me show me baby
With your new nails on my back
Ohh I like the way you light all the candles and
dance in front of the tv ooh extra slow
Giving me those eyes over your shoulder baby
Like the sun and the rain you make everything
everything around you grow
So go out and get em done
When you come back well have so much fun
With your new nails on my back
You be scratching and scratching my itch
With your new nails on my back somethings
broken only you can x
With your new new new new new new new nails
Passion fruit three inches stacked
Shine your rainbow of hope and hot pot of gold on
my body baby
Show me our love can grow back
The world can be such a lonely place
Sometimes you need a new drug
Sweet love can leave such a bitter taste
Sometimes you just need a hug
Every time I see your gorgeous face
You get me on the right track
Keep me on the right track
And show me our love can grow back
Written by: Robin Thicke
Produced by: Robin Thicke, Pro Jay
Engineered by: Bill Malina
Engineered at: Record Plant
Additional Engineering by: Adam Olmsted
Piano: Robin Thicke
Bass: Matty Taylor
Organ: Larry Cox
Drums: Pro Jay
Horns: Lemar Guillary, Donald Hayes,
Cameron Johnson, Javier Gonzalez
Mixed by: Manny Marroquin
Mixed at: Larrabee Studios (Universal City, CA)
Assisted by: Chris Galland, Delbert Bowers
Publishing: I Like Em Thicke Music (ASCAP),
Black Tar Cloud
Emergency, Emergency
Theres a black tar cloud all because of me
Emergency (911) Emergency (911)
Theres a black tar cloud (black tar)
All because of me (911)
(Tell em the truth)
Youre packing up quickly the babys at Grandmas
The raging coast is far from clear (truth)
Youre yelling and screaming and smacking me
How could you do this you spoiled little rich kid
(truth)
A rock in the t.v. you bashin my ride up you
smashed my guitar
(Tell em the truth)
Chasing me around the house swinging trying to hit
me with my favorite golf club (truth)
You reved up the car you smashed through the
gate I ran up the street (truth)
I waited an hour to cool of when I came back it
was too late (truth)
You were lying in bed (truth)
Said you took twenty pills (truth)
Now Im calling the ambulance, police, Im freakin
out till you said chill
Baby I didnt really take them pills
Im just desperately crying for help
(911) Emergency (911)
Theres a black tar cloud (black tar) all because of
me (911)
Aww emergency (911) yeah Emergency (911)
Theres a black tar cloud (black tar) all because of
me (911)
(Tell em the truth)
I was licking your wounds
I thought we were straight (truth)
I thought everyone was gonna eat the chips
Turns out Im the only one who double dipped
(truth)
Face down in a puddle of shame (tell em the
truth)
Drowning in suffering, self-sabotaging
The one thing that always made life seem ok
(truth)
I was jealous of your light, jealous of your soul
Good morning Manipulation and control
One heart was more than enough
One body wanted too much (truth)
One kiss it wanted to stay
One hand always misbehaved (tell em the truth)
One eye looked around the room
One eye looked inside itself and nally (truth)
Finally saw the truth yeah (nally the truth)
Finally saw the truth (nally the truth)
Now the suns is going down yeah the suns going
down
Ana all we got left baby is this black tar, black tar,
black tar cloud
(911) Emergency (911) Emergency (911)
Emergency (911) Emergency (911)
Emergency (911) Emergency (911)
Theres a black tar cloud all cause of me me me
me me me me
Theres a black tar cloud (black tar)
Cant see through the clear (black tar)
Theres a black tar cloud (black tar) in both
hemispheres (black tar)
Theres a black tar cloud (black tar) and I brought
it here (black tar)
Theres a black tar cloud (black tar) Oh
emergency (911)
Written by: Robin Thicke, Bobby Keyes,
James Gass
Produced by: Robin Thicke, Pro Jay
Engineered by: Bill Malina
Engineered at: Record Plant
Additional Engineering by: Tim Phillips
Bass and Drums: Pro Jay
Guitars: Bobby Keyes
Piano: Robin Thicke
Mixed by: Manny Marroquin
Mixed at: Larrabee Studios (Universal City, CA)
Assisted by: Chris Galland, Delbert Bowers
Publishing: I Like Em Thicke Music (ASCAP),
Thrillionaire Music (ASCAP), KickGass Music,
Administered by Songs of Universal, Inc. (BMI)
Too Little Too Late
Too little too late,Too little too late
Too little too late, Too Little too late
Every time you walked through that door
I shouldve held you so long you would never ever
need to ask for more

Every time you walked through that door
I shouldve spun you around and around like the
kitchen was the dance oor
Every time you walked through that door
Shouldve listened xed it kissed it healed it not
belittled it
Every time you walked up in this house baby
Shouldve made you feel special and treated you right
(Its too little, too little, too late)
Dont you say it baby
(Its too little, too little, too late)
Dont you say it say it say it now
(Its too little, too little, too late)
Im down on my knees baby
(Its too little, too little, too late)
Baby baby please
Too little too late, too little too late
Too little too late, too little too late
Every time you walked through that door
Shouldve bought white roses good and plenty and
rubbed your toses
Every time you walked up in this house baby
Shoulda woulda coulda, Shouldve shown some
R E S P E C T
Every time you walk through that door
Shouldve waited patient thanked you spanked you
pleased you feed you
Every time you walked up in this house baby
Shouldve cheered you feared you knew a day
would never come when I dont need you
Written by: Robin Thicke
Produced by: Robin Thicke, Pro Jay
Engineered by: Bill Malina
Engineered at: Record Plant
Additional Engineering by: Adam Olmsted
Piano and Bass: Robin Thicke
Guitars: Chris Payton
Drums: Pro Jay
Horns: Lemar Guillary, Donald Hayes, Cameron Johnson
Background Vocals: Kimberly Johnson-Breaux,
Alexandra Isley
Strings: Irina Chirkova, Ann Marie Simpson
Mixed by: Manny Marroquin
Mixed at: Larrabee Studios (Universal City, CA)
Assisted by: Chris Galland, Delbert Bowers
Publishing: I Like Em Thicke Music (ASCAP)
Tippy Toes
Well she hears her favorite song
Screams at her friends
Jumps on the couch
Takes another sip
Man when you see her youll be standing with an
open mouth
Cause shes the Eiffel tower and shes new in town
She be dancin on her tippy toes
Her tippy toes
Dancin on her tippy toes
Her tippy toes
Everywhere my baby goes
Its tippy toes
Dancin on her tippy tippy tippy tippy toes
Dancin on her toes
Dancin on her toes
Dancin on her tippy toes
Her tippy toes
Now everywhere my baby goes
Is tippy toes
Dancin on her tippy tippy toes
Shes a feather from a dove in a gust of wind
On her own in the clouds, never has to land
Right now is the day when her story begins
Shes the leader of the movement of the heart and hips
Straight As, good girl, loves her mom and dad
She aint greedy, but she wants so much more than
she has
When she looks in the mirror she can love herself
Cause she doesnt want to be like anybody else
And when the world, when the world comes a
tumbling down
Shell change your clothes to a smile when youre
wearing a frown
Can I please have your attention, people gather
round
Cause shes the northern lights and shes new in town
Shes sweet like the beginning and the end of summer
Little kisses on your face make you wanna love her
Never walks, only skips, sashays and struts
She can twerk, but shed rather dip, bounce it, and bust
She hears her favorite song
Screams at her friends
Jumps on the couch
Takes another sip
Man when you see her youll be staring with an open
mouth
Cause shes the Mona Lisa and shes new in town
Angel eyes, angel eyes, angel eyes on the oor
Angel eyes, angel eyes, angel eyes at my door
Angel eyes, angel eyes, angel eyes in my bed
Angel eyes, angel eyes, only you in my head
Angel eyes, angel eyes having so much fun
Angel eyes, angel eyes always on the run
Angel eyes, angel eyes if you open em wide
You will see you should be tippy toeing with me
Written by: Robin Thicke
Produced by: Robin Thicke, Pro Jay
Engineered by: Bill Malina
Engineered at: Record Plant
Guitars: Chris Payton
Bass: Matty Taylor
Drums by: Robin Thicke
Piano: Larry Cox
Horns: Lemar Guillary, Cameron Johnson,
Wesley Smith
Background Vocals: Kimberly Johnson-Breaux,
Alexandra Isley
Screams: Fifth Harmony
Mixed by: Manny Marroquin
Mixed at: Larrabee Studios (Universal City, CA)
Assisted by: Chris Galland, Delbert Bowers
Publishing: I Like Em Thicke Music (ASCAP)
Something Bad
Theres something bad in me
(Something, something)
Ah, theres something bad in me
(something, something)
Yeah theres something bad, something bad,
something real real bad
(Something, something)
Theres something ba-ba-ba-bad in me
(bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad)
In my blood in my veins somethings got me by the
reigns
Try to run but Ive been staring down the barrel of a gun
A liar under pressure feeling mighty dressed up
Look at me Im showing off again cause vanitys
my only friend
Im in pieces of a puzzle if you ever even nish
babe it wont be worth the muscle
But take a leap of faith and baby land in my bed
But dont you be surprised if I end up messing up
your head
Theres something bad in me
Shes a princess but not from kings and queens
Pink Lips on my ngers ears and ankles Im a end
Beautiful secrets that nobodys supposed to keep
A bird ew in the window took a picture and left
with a naughty tweet
I try to be deep before I do bad things,
But it feels so good right now how wrong could this be
I know you wanna y so baby open up your wings
Then Ill walk out with your legs shaking while youre
screaming Robin please
Theres something bad in me
Im in pieces of a puzzle
If you ever put together wont be worth the years
of trouble
With me youll wanna do things for the very rst
time
Tonight Im all yours but in the morning Im all mine
Theres something bad in me
Written by: Robin Thicke, Chris Payton, Larry Cox,
William Taylor, Ronnie Breaux
Produced by: Robin Thicke, Pro Jay
Engineered by: Bill Malina
Engineered at: Record Plant
Piano: Robin Thicke
Guitars: Chris Payton
Bass: Matty Taylor
Keyboards: Robin Thicke
Drums: Pro Jay
Background Vocals: Kimberly Johnson-Breaux,
Alexandra Isley, Angie Fisher
Screams: Fifth Harmony
Mixed by: Manny Marroquin
Mixed at: Larrabee Studios (Universal City, CA)
Assisted by: Chris Galland, Delbert Bowers
Publishing: I Like Em Thicke Music (ASCAP),
ChrisPaytonMusic (ASCAP), Beat Legends Music
(BMI), Where Is Mad Max (ASCAP), By Law Music
(ASCAP)
The Opposite Of Me
All that she wants is the honesty
All that she wants is the opposite of me
All that she wants is someone who doesnt hurt
All that she wants is the action not the words
Oh the action not the words
Its the action not the words
If she ever knew that I would never be the man
I promised I would be
If she ever knew that I was gonna be runnin
around she wouldve never stayed
All that she needs is a good man
All that she needs is another try
All that she needs is something that I cant give
her
I just cant give her
Cause all that she wants is the honesty
All that she wants is the opposite of me
All that she wants is someone who doesnt hurt
All that she wants is the action not the words
The action not the words
Oh the action not the words
The action not the words
Oh the action not the words
And all that she needed was a true friend
All she received was a troubled man
And she couldnt be with someone like her dad
And I just rewarded her with my drunken rants
And all that she needs is a good man
All that she needs is another try
All that she needs is something that I couldnt
give her
I just cant give her
Cause all that she wants is the honesty
All that she wants is the opposite of me
All that she wants is someone who doesnt hurt
All that she wants is the action not the words
Oh the action not the words
Its the action not the words
Oh the action not the words
Its the action not the words
Written by: Robin Thicke
Produced by: Robin Thicke, Pro Jay
Engineered by: Bill Malina
Engineered at: Record Plant
Bass: Matty Taylor
Guitars: Chris Payton
Piano: Robin Thicke
Background Vocals: Fifth Harmony
Mixed by: Manny Marroquin
Mixed at: Larrabee Studios (Universal City, CA)
Assisted by: Chris Galland, Delbert Bowers
Publishing: I Like Em Thicke Music (ASCAP)
Time Of Your Life
This is the time of your life
Lets celebrate, not ask each other why
Shes standing there beside you
Touch her hand let it guide you
Shes just looking for somebody to love
This is the moment of your life
Everythings changed it all gonna turn out right
We dont know how this little fairy tale ends
Good thing we will always be best friends
Well this is the time of your life
Live it up drink it down
Get up off the ground, take flight
If you practice the right moves
Maybe youll see
Everything fits so per fectly
Its the time of your life, yes it is
She wants to know if everybodys looking
She doesnt know that shes got that thing
She wants to know if anybodys looking
She doesnt realize
You got that thing baby
(you got it got it)
You go that thing baby
(you got it got it)
You go that thing baby
(you got it got it)
You got that thing baby
(you got that thing)
You got that thing baby
(you got it got it)
You got that thing baby
(you got that thing)
Well I dont know how to spell it or how to say it
But I think they call it you got that it baby
This is the time of your life
Lets celebrate not ask each other why
Hes standing there beside you
Let his eyes remind you
Youre just looking for somebody to love
Well this is the time of your life
Special and wonderful, you got it in your soul
Anythings possible if you just let it all go
Anythings possible, yeah the whole world is yours
Its the time of your life, woo
Well I dont know how to spell it or how to say it
But I think as they say in Hollywood you got that it baby
You got that thing
Written by: Robin Thicke
Produced by: Robin Thicke, Pro Jay
Engineered by: Bill Malina
Engineered at: Record Plant
Additional Engineering by: Benjamin Rice
Bass: Matty Taylor
Guitars: Chris Payton
Piano: Pro Jay
Horns: Lemar Guillary, Donald Hayes,
Cameron Johnson
Background Vocals: Kimberly Johnson-Breaux,
Alexandra Isley, Angie Fisher
Mixed by: Manny Marroquin
Mixed at: Larrabee Studios (Universal City, CA)
Assisted by: Chris Galland, Delbert Bowers
Publishing: I Like Em Thicke Music (ASCAP)
Forever Love
I cant carry the weight around baby how could Ive
ever belonged
Learning all my lessons, Dangerous impressions
Pushed you right out of my world
I know that you and I have tried very hard to nd a
different result
But how can we be patient when were always racing
And no ones ever there to hold
And further than the eyes can see
Anytime you need a friend baby
I will be the one that you want
If youre ever down and out baby
I will be there biggin you up
You can lean on me anytime baby for anything you
want and need
Oh I dont need a reason memory or a season
Its longer than always could be
Forever Love, Oh Forever love
Forever mine, Forever yours, Forever Love
Forever Love, Oh Its Forever love
Forever mine, Forever yours, Forever Life, Forever love
Impossible, Impossible, its possible, anythings possible
So come on over baby start the healing let me get a
good look at you
Cause I miss our discussions, whispering and blushing
Secrets that only we knew
And if you ever need a friend baby
I can be the one that you want
And If youre ever down and out baby
I can be the one that you want
You can lean on me anytime baby for anything you
want and need
Oh I dont need a reason memory or a season
Every day I will believe
That you and I were meant to be
Forever Love, Oh Forever love
Forever mine, Forever yours, Forever Love
Forever Love, Oh Its Forever love
Forever mine, Forever yours, Forever love
When youre broken, when youre blind
And you need someone to show you the light
Ill be right here baby holding you tight
Cause if you ever need a friend baby
I can be the one that you want
If youre ever down and out baby
I can be the one that you want
You can lean on me anytime baby for anything
you want and need
Oh I dont need a reason memory or a season
Every day I will believe
Its longer than always could be
Oh its further than the eyes can see
More real than any dream could be
Oh you and I you and I
You and I were a family
Forever Love, Oh Forever love
Forever mine, Forever yours, Forever Love
Forever Love, Oh Its Forever love
Forever mine, Forever yours, Forever Life, Forever love
Written by: Robin Thicke, Larry Cox
Produced by: Robin Thicke, Pro Jay
Engineered by: Bill Malina
Engineered at: Record Plant
Piano: Robin Thicke
Organ: Larry Cox
Mixed by: Tony Maserati
Mixed at: Mirrorball Studios (North Hollywood, CA)
Publishing: I Like Em Thicke Music (ASCAP),
Beat Legends Music (BMI)
All Songs Mastered By Chris Gehringer, Sterling
Sound Mastering
Fifth Harmony appears courtesy of Epic Records
Thank You: Paula Patton, Julian Fuego Thicke,
Mom, Dad, Brennan, Carter, Pro Jay, Joyce Patton,
Craig Crawford, Rich Vol, All My Family and Friends,
Jimmy Iovine, John Janick, Andre Harrell, Jordan
Feldstein, Chris Knight, Shawn Tubby Holiday,
Wayne Sharp, Sean Ryan, Nicole Diedrich, Adam
Daglow, Kia Perry, Adrienne, Bella, Robert Steinken,
Tina Au, Ramone, Taryn, Larry Cox, Ronnie Breaux,
William Taylor, Chris Payton, Derrick Walker, Charity
Davis, Ashley Rodriguez, Kimberly Johnson-Breaux,
Alexandra Isley, Angie Fisher, Irina Chirkova, Ann
Marie Simpson, Bobby Keyes, Lemar Guillary,
Donald Hayes, Cameron Johnson, Javier Gonzalez,
Michael Cottone, Wesley Smith, Bill Malina, Steve
Crain, Tony Maserati, Manny Marroquin, Serban,
Chris Gehringer, All our friends at The Record Plant,
Dinah Jane Hansen, Lauren Jauregui, Ally Brooke,
Normani Kordei, Camila Cabello, Jaimie Roberts,
Neil Shulman, Greg Robinson, Lauren Robinson,
Shawn Sachs, Tiffany Shipp.
Steve Berman, Brenda Romano, Chris Lopes,
Joie Manda, Dennis Dennehy, Neil Jacobson,
Gary Kelly, Jurgen Grebner, Brenda Reynoso, Nicole
Bilzerian, Karen Goodman, Chris Moradi, Jesse Flohr,
Larry Khan, Don Clemons, Jennifer Zeller, Nick Groff,
Todd Douglas, Tracy Kies, Nino Cuccinello, Mark
Flaherty, Brooke Michael, Ashley Eliot, Tony Seyler,
Samantha Tripses, Gretchen Anderson, Kam Sangha,
Mike Cole, Byzeone, Caroline Ellis, Cary Jones, Caryn
Lee, Chelsea Brines, Chris Mortimer, Cliff Feiman, Daniel
Sena, Dave Neiman, Garrett Williams, Greg Carr, Greg
Prink, Ike Youssef, James Evans, Jason Elias, Jeanne
Venton, Jeff Stacey, Justine Massa, Kenrick Phan, Kerry
Hickey, Kim Hitchcock, Kimberlie Nichols, Kurt Biersmith,
Larry Jackson, Lee Hammond, Marissa Wickliffe, Mark
Neiter, Marta Navas, Michelle An, Nicole Csabai,
Rebecca Marlis, Reid Shackelford, Reza Sarraeh,
Roslyn Tarroza, Ryan Gamsby, Ryan Roy, Ryan
Stockwell, Stephanie Hsu, Stephanie Wittmer, Steve
Greborunis, Susan Hilderley, Tal Oz, Ted Hoekstra, Karen
Rait, Brian Gray, Enrique Ongpin, Tunji Balogun, Ned
Monahan, Adrian Amodeo.
Art Direction & Booklet photos: Travis Schneider
Cover photo: Harper Smith
Graphic Design: Cameron Parkins
Management: Jordan Feldstein, Chris Knight, and
Shawn Holiday for Career Artist Management
Attorney: Jaimison Roberts for Roberts, Leibowitz,
and Hatz
A&R: Neil Jacobson
A&R Coordinator: Nick Groff, Sean Manuel
Marketing Director: Nicole Bilzerian
International Marketing Director: Karen Goodman
Tour Marketing: Don Clemons
Interscope Production: Kam Sangha
Interscope Creative: Stephanie Hsu
Interscope Business Affairs: Tracy Kies, Todd Douglas
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