The music feels better with you So much better with you 'Cause you set me up on fire And with you the music is better And now that the color's brighter Just want us to be together, 24/7 All I need is love That's what you give, I'm taking it tonight All I

I know what it feels like Nothing really matters I breathe her Every time I see her, oh She completes me How she reads me Right or wrong It's so clear she's All that I need

I'll tell you for nothing You're not the only one singing singing Trying to bring to life your dreams You're not the only one who believes Right now the world looks so exciting But that first rung it feels so cold The air up there looks so inviting

Aah-aah-aah-aah-aah, aah-aah-aah-aah-aah Just a paper, just a papercut Right now it feels like we're bleeding So deep that we might not get back up Our words will tear through the surface Like a paper, like a papercut Right now I don't know why I love

Now we're listenin' to old Alabama A little dixieland delight and it feels so right Oh, play me some old Alabama She'd rather wear a pair of cut-off jeans Than a fancy evening dress And with her windows rolled down And her hair all blown around She's a

And it sure feels right It feels like a struck match kissing gasoline It feels a little better than it ever has It sure feels good, baby let’s be bad I feel your heart, I feel you there When they get a little tipsy Corona cold in your hand, your brushed

Baby, thinking of you keeps me up all night You drive me crazy, I just can't sleep I'm so excited, I'm in too deep Whoa oh oh, crazy, but it feels alright Baby, I'm so into you You got that something, what can I do? Baby, you spin me around, oh

And it sure feels right It feels like a struck match kissing gasoline It feels a little better than it ever has It sure feels good, baby let’s be bad I feel your heart, I feel you there When they get a little tipsy Corona cold in your hand, your brushed

Feels like an empty space You don't enjoy the taste I just need a place to hide Somewhere to make you right If this isn't what you want Head back to your own haunt Maybe you lost control

Drivin' in a slick black Cadillac It's got solid gold hubcaps It feels all right Feels all right It makes me feel like a king I only need one thing They're after me Slick black Cadillac Ooooo, just a big black set of wheels