Every time we lie girl we're losing So why should we spend Saturday night alone, When I can call you you on the phone, pick you you up Make Make it up as we go along Pull and and all nighter chasing that desire Sparks flying in her eyes like lighters (like lighters) Girl

Make believe that you you don't see the tears Just let me me grieve in private Cause each time I see you you I break down and and cry If you you see me me walking ddown the street And And I start to cry each time we meet I just can't get over losing you you and so if I seem broken

We're in good company Is a pretty girl sitting next to me me Kissing up on me me, and I got a spot waiting on you you Yeah, the only thing missing So B.Y.O.B, it means bring yourself over, babe Got what we need to make make good vibes, good times And And a damn good memory

I don't have the nerve to use my heart The thought of loving you you just makes me me sick I can throw a line but I can't reel it in I can throw a dart but I can't make make it stick I can write the line but I can't sing sing the song I can call my momma but I won't go

Cherish the thought Of always having you you here by my side (Oh baby I) Cherish the joy You You keep bringing it into my life (I'm always singing it) Cherish your strength You You got the power to make make me feel good (And baby I) Perish the thought Of ever leaving, I

War Machine Gimme that thing and and feed your war Push your foot to the floor Don't need no more You've been peeking all around While they're messing about Better get your name, come on in Make Make a stand, show your hand Call in the high command

When I was Jack and and you you were Diane Does it make make you you laugh Every time you you hear that song Do you you close your eyes Do the memories take you you back Six packs and and a Chevy Cheyenne Do you you turn it up Do you you sing along

I'd tell you you what I'd do I'd teach the birds such lovely words and and make them sing sing for you you If the stars were mine If the birds were mine If the world was mine I'd give them all to you you I'd pluck them down right from the sky And And leave it only blue I would

We're in good company Is a pretty girl sitting next to me me Kissing up on me me, and I got a spot waiting on you you Yeah, the only thing missing So B.Y.O.B, it means bring yourself over, babe Got what we need to make make good vibes, good times And And a damn good memory

We're in good company Is a pretty girl sitting next to me me Kissing up on me me, and I got a spot waiting on you you Yeah, the only thing missing So B.Y.O.B, it means bring yourself over, babe Got what we need to make make good vibes, good times And And a damn good memory