Somebody, oh, somebody, eh, somebody, oh I want something just like this Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo Oh, I want something just like this I've been reading books of old The legends and the myths How much you wanna risk? I'm not looking for somebody

Playa, turn your head round Wake up, open the door Lay on the floor, you've been robbed Playa playa (hater), Playa playa (hater) Playa hater (hater) Playa hater (hater) Thank you, thank you very much Good evening And for my last hit

'Cause when you're fifteen, Somebody tells you they love you You're gonna believe them And when you're fifteen You take a deep breath And you walk through the doors It's the morning of your very first day You say hi to your friends you ain't seen in

Home ain't where his heart is anymore He may hang his hat behind our bedroom door But he don't lay his head down to love me like before He knew how to reach me deep inside And he found a part of me I could not hide And we'd walk and talk and touch

Did you see your friend crying from his eyes today Did you see him run through the streets and far away Did you see him run, did you see him fall Did his life flash by at the bedroom door Did you hear the news it came across the air today Someone has

Will I ever love again Wonder if I ever, will I ever love again I wonder if you ever wanna see me now Come sweetly Stop me through the shadow of an open door Breathe quietly now Take us through the helplessness of it all And I wonder as I watch you slip

Make out on the dance floor, take it too far Out the back door, leave an open tab When you look like that? And tell me how am I supposed to keep my hands to myself When you're making my mind wander somewhere else? It's on a one-way track when you look

Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo If you want me Meet me at electric chapel If you wanna steal my heart away Meet me, meet me baby in a safe place Come on meet me In electric chapel Don't be such a holy fool

Find me out awalkin' time the whistle starts acallin' maybe stoppin' early knockin' at your door. Take so long to answer Lord knows it ain't the milkman would be stoppin' early sellin' door to door. This off'll get the stain out

Nirvana, nirvana, nirvana, nirvana When I'm feeling tired She pushed food through the door And I crawl towards the crack of light Sometimes I can't find my way Newspapers spread around Soaking all that they can A cleaning is due again