I can't fall in love without you (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Please don't fall in love without me I feel so happy Happy that I'm free And I can see things Things I couldn't see I can be out every night No one else holding me down

(Go back, go go back) Tell me would you even, would you still believe in me? Every night is keeping me awake I keep thinking about all the things that I would change Tell me would you even, would you still believe in me If we could turn back If we could

I can't tell you why And I can't tell you why Every time I try to walk away Something makes me turn around and stay Look at us baby, up all night Tearing our love apart Aren't we the same two people who live Through years in the dark?

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

I'm grindin' for all my shit Nigga I'm grindin' for all my shit Grindin' for all my shit Yeah, I'm grindin' for all my shit I put time into all this shit I'm fucking every night up in my new house Grindin', grindin' 'Cause bitch I worked too hard for

There's a world we can visit if we go outside Outside, outside, we can follow the road Outside, outside, no one knows Can you hear me now? I used to dream every night, now I never dream at all I'm hopin' that it's cause I'm livin' everything I want I

Every night I'm on them drugs I think I can't get enough Pop a bean and going to the moon, to the moon To the moon In a fast a coupe like a kook Baby in a 'rari, it goes zoom Maybe if I die tonight then I go to the moon Off a bean, off a bean, I can't

Ain't no time for talking Show me what you got We're gonna get this bed rocking And it ain't gonna stop (You're getting locked up) Roll your body like you do Don't be afraid to move it You got everything I like so

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

Everybody, are you with me? Let that igloo cooler mark your piece of paradise Everybody's feeling sexy Holler if you're ready for some summer nights Things start getting all heated up When it starts getting cool, yeah