Ooh woo, I'm a rebel just for kicks, now Might be over now, but I feel it still Is it coming? I been feeling it since 1966, now Might've had your fill, but you feel it still Am I coming out of left field? Let me kick it like it's 1986, now We could fight

Wanna hear you say Let me hear you say yeah Wanna hear you say yeah yeah yeah I can't spend another minute getting over loving you If you don't ever say yeah Till my heart is open Now you're gonna say yeah Yes yes yes yes yes yes I know you're scared, I

The summer's not hot The summer won't start without you 'Til you show up The temperature is ninety nine And it can get much higher So come on over Romeo And vamos a la playa The summer's not hot 'til you show up

Oh whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah Until the end of time This one's for the lovers If you're out there, let me hear you say Let me set the mood right In this life 'Cause I'm gonna make you feel alright I'm gonna set the mood right Because if your love was all I

Singing la lalalalala la la And the night over London lay At night they would go walking 'till the breaking of the day The morning is for sleeping Through the dark streets, they go searching, to see God in their own way Save the nighttime for your

Got the game from them old niggas You gotta know where I'm from to get to know a nigga I'm still glad I smoke weed Hidin' from the police I spent time overseas, hanging out in England And I got the squad on my mind and I mean this Do a little time out

And baby it said too much It didn't say enough 'Cause I'm waking up alone Missing that midnight kiss I can't promise you forever All I know is I still want you to come over And I'm stone cold sober I let the whiskey talk I got the feeling now

Before we go too far Bring your love on back to me Stop this insanity How did we ever lose our way? And try to say love is a losing game We were lovers And the best of friends Sometimes the lover Can be angry 'till the end

Swear to shake it up, and you swear to listen Oh, we're still so young, desperate for attention I aim to be, your eyes, trophy boys, trophy wives Swear to shake it up, you swear to listen And I believe This may call for a proper introduction, and well

In the hearts of men In the arms of mothers In the parts we play to convince others We know what we're doing We're doing it right May have written books on the subject But then you may still be surprised By your tone over the phone To your sister while