This is my dance floor My dance floor This is the night So let's bring up the lights Everything more Never seen this before I'm stepping now To a whole new beat Taking the crowd

But baby, I just wanna be good as you I just wanna wake up everyday here in this bed Tomorrow, tonight, the rest of my life I wanna be the man you want me to be So startin' right now, girl, tell me everything you need Never leave 'I love you' left unsaid

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

(In the middle of the night, in the middle of the day) (Every second you're gone, once you go away) I will love you still You know I will love you still Wondering if he ever Take the key off the chain Leave it stuck in the door Don't even try to explain

Best summer ever Wheels and waves, surf and shades Rocking every night and day Like shakes and fries, wet and dry It all adds up to feel like The best summer ever, yeah It's been the best summer ever Sad to say our time's come to an end But it's just

Bobby Sox, baby, I've got to let you go You've got a head full of nothin' But stage, screen and radio You chase autographs every night You write fan mail through the day You keep your great big head in the scrapbook Yes, and you throw the cookbook away

Away from everybody Away from everything If you can't stand the way this place is Take, yourself to higher places Higher places, Tonight, my head is spinning I need something to pick me up

Everybody wants to live forever It doesn't matter if you're heaven or hell bound Like whoa, whoa, live right now But who I am to say I just want a life we will remember We're living for today ‘Cause tonight we fight to take this world And make it all our

I suspect foul play Said I suspect foul play Oh, I suspect foul play It's Wednesday night, my woman's out Once again I'm home alone Lately every Wednesday night She's late getting home She phoned from work at quittin' time Says the bossed asked her to

I'm a slave East side, west side, we ride, we die, everyone knows Everyone knows, everyone knows You a slave (alright) Tell me what you know about forty days, forty nights, no lights, all for this Tell me what you know about sleeping outside, no ride in