Stevie Wonder
African-American singer, songwriter, record producer, musician, and social activist.
You took me riding in your rocket and gave me a star,
But at a half a mile from heaven
You dropped me back down to this cold, cold world.
Call up, ring once, hang up the phone,
To let me know you made it home,
Don't want nothing to be wrong,
With part-time lover.
Would you like to go with me
Down my dead end street?
Would you like to come with me
To village ghetto land?
I wish those days could come back once more,
Why did those days ever have to go?
And I'll go where I've longed to go,
So long, away from tears.
A boy is born in hard time Mississippi,
Surrounded by four walls that ain't so pretty,
His parents give him love and affection,
To keep him strong, moving in the right direction,
Living just enough, just enough for the city.
Very superstitious,
Writings on the wall,
Very superstitious,
Ladder's 'bout to fall,
Thirteen month old baby,
Broke the looking glass,
Seven years of bad luck,
The good things in your past.
Raindrops, passionate raindrops,
The kind of rain that writes
'They're so in love' on our skin.
Raindrops, that we hope won't stop
Cooling the red hot love that we are making.
But don't you worry 'bout a thing,
Don't you worry 'bout a thing, mama,
'Cause I'll be standing in the side when you check it out.