Whole lotta Rosie Whole lotta woman A whole lotta woman Wanna tell you story About woman I know When it comes to lovin' She steals the show She ain't exactly pretty Ain't exactly small

Oh, oh, oh, yeah You can't catch me When you're feeling down in this place, just replace them Keep a vision on the one you've been chasing When the time comes we'll run to the station We've been laced with the powers of creation So when the sun sets, you

Here she comes Here she comes. Now here she comes She begins to steal the light Confusion throws another mystery. It's out of focus with the eye So now you wonder is this just a dream? She 's gonna cause a sensation now. And just between you and me

I like the way you look tonight That's the way you look tonight No blood in your vein, what does it mean ? Trashy art everywhere, on the screen Slow motion aftertaste, I've had foresight Free union rider in the sun Here comes the lord of audio

So pride yourself on what you are, And hold them all to words they can't take back, I've seen a place (it comes) to me in dreams Where fires die but light still shines for us to see So come test me, so come break me, So come on intoxicate me With hands

But it's not that easy But I've got high hopes, it takes me back to when we started High hopes, when you let it go, go out and start again High hopes, oh, when it all comes to an end But the world keeps spinning around Broken bottles in the hotel lobby

Who wants to be right as rain It's better when something is wrong It's harder when you're on top You get excitement in your bones And everything you do's a game When night comes and you're all on your own You can say I chose to be alone Cause when hard

I want your loving more and more I want your kisses that's for sure I die each time I hear the sound They're saying here he comes He's Cathy's clown You're Cathy's clown You know you've got to stand tall You know a man can't crawl

Wanna hear your beating heart tonight Before the bleeding sun comes alive Here's hoping we collide I want to make the best of what is left hold tight Eyes make their peace in difficulties with wounded lips and salted cheeks. And finally we step to leave

You may not be an angel I'll string along, string along String along with you, dear 'Cause angels are so few But until the day that one comes along I'll string along with you I'm looking for an angel To sing my love song to And until the day that one