Waiting for your call Time goes by so slowly I'm hung up I'm hung up on you I'm tired of waiting on you Every little thing that you say or do Baby night and day

It's all easy Until we fall Rack 'em up Put 'em down I like to party You like to party We like to party Another Sunset What a way to start another messy night

Still wait for love to come Turning all around I'm a soldier of love But I'm still alive Every day and night All the days of my life In the wild wild west, Trying my hardest Doing my best

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

He wears high trimmed pants Stripes are really yellow Love will make you drink and gamble Make you stay out all night long I'll stay home everyday It turns off and on My man don't love me Treats me oh so mean My man he don't love me

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

Sweet love showin' us a heavenly light Sweet love flowin' almost every night Whenever I call you friend Now I know my life has given me More than memories Day by day we can see In every moment there's a reason to carry on I've never seen such a beautiful

Sometimes I'm scared of you Treat you right, be with you day and night Sometimes I hide But all I really want is to hold you tight Sometimes I run (sometimes) I wanna believe in everything that you say 'Cause it sounds so good But if you really want me,

Okay, she keep calling, she keep calling every single night Day and night, on my mind, please don't kill the vibe Oh, no, I swear to God, I be in my mind Swear I wanna die, yeah, when you cross my Said I wouldn't die, yuh, no, I'm not alright, yuh I

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