You may find In the palm Of your hand There's a flame As it burns As it climbs As it turns Well this flame

I'll just keep on lying to you All I give are little clues Maybe one day I'll get through But there is nothing I can do To the end of this song, to the end of this song I only need to say its true Your poor little heart already knew But there is nothing

Vietnam, Vietnam, Vietnam Vietnam, Vietnam, Vietnam, Vietnam And it came from It was just the next day his his mother got a telegram It was addressed from Vietnam Now mistress Brown, she lives in the USA And this is what she wrote and said Don't be alarmed,

Love-hate-sex-pain It's complicating me sometimes This love-hate-sex-pain Is underestimating life In this life I'm I'm me Just sitting here alone By the way I tried to say I'd be there Walk the silent emptiness

Oh, let the sun beat down upon my face And stars to fill my dream I'm I'm a traveler of both time and space To be where I have been To sit with elders of the gentle race This world has seldom seen They talk of days for which they sit and wait All will be

Finger on the trigger for the years to come Clean heart Clean and sharp Clean dream He loved his his brother and his his sister Luke and Tony called him Mister They made him feel much more

said about playing this chord He ain't hitting the be flat right I'm I'm a make a hit If it's the last thing I do And I done come home to you And you done put your cold feet on me Get warm your feet, woman Hanging around the studio For three days in a row

This is your hometown My hometown Your hometown I was eight years old and running with a dime in my hand Into the bus stop to pick up a paper for my old man I'd sit on his his lap in that big old Buick and steer as we drove through town He'd tousle my hair

I wanna be bad for you You bring a feeling to me I never show Nobody has made me feel this way before I'mma good girl But I wanna be bad for you I wanna be bad-ad-ad I wanna be bad And they say bad girls ain't no good Good girls ain't no fun

Burn all the bridges and fire in the hole Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh Open windows, closing doors God can't help us anymore Souls forever come and go The critics never forget it This ain't a game I'm I'm gonna talk it, I ain't ashamed I'm I'm gonna walk it, I'll never