And I think I found the real thing (real love) You got me singing Na na na na I'm in Love Let me explain yeah I got a new woman loving me in every way That she get All she wanna be is Falling in my bed Safe to safe it out

'Cause we don't need Another pretty boy, singing pretty songs We country boys, doing country outlaw We need another Haggard, or Johnny Cash Somebody chewing tobacco, and whipping ass I need a preacher, I need a savior How about y'all? Can I get an

In you, don't you? I can see my baby swingin' His Parliament's on fire and his hands are up On the balcony and I'm singing Ooh, baby, ooh, baby, I'm in love I can see my sweet boy swayin' He's crazy y Cubano como yo lala On the balcony and I'm saying

I wanna roll I wanna roll with you lala-lala-lala I was a girl of just a few words playing in the sun Just a little kid chasing blue birds and singing just for fun But now I found my voice and now I made my choice Gonna shout it out, put it all about Now

Siyayibamba siyayilanda Ngithibamba siyayilanda Sithibamba siyayilanda Fetch it siyayilanda (we are fetching our future, grabbing our tomorrow) Human figures in a dream Heard them singing -- siyayilanda (we are fetching it)

We got it goin' on We'll be banging and singing just like the Rolling Stones We're gonna shake up your souls, we come to rattle your bones 'Cause we got it goin' on We got it goin' on (We got it goin' on) We got it, we got it, we got it goin' on

Oops, baby, I love you Oops, my baby, you woke up in my bed Oops, we broke up, we're better off as friends Now I accidentally need you, I don't know what to do And when I think about the way you touch my body You've got me singing This could be my

Life of the party So I guess I’ll be the life Everybody singing along to my songs Taking my shots, throwing them back Acting like you ain’t gone But I don’t want em to know I’m all alone And I ain’t got nobody I don’t want em to see I'm dying inside

Taken away to the dark side I wanna be your left hand man I love you when you're singing that song and I got a lump in my throat because You're gonna sing the words wrong Lady, running down to the riptide Oh, and they come unstuck Oh lady, running down

With a guitar full of freedom and a head full of lines That nightlife full of demons has been a hell of a ride Married to a dream with a mistress named music I still remember Miss Bessie singing Black, wrinkled fingers on ivory keys Just five years old,