There's nothing without love But one thing always stays the same Without love, there's nothing without love Nothing else feels right without love Nothing else but love can burn as bright She wasn't young, But she still a child There was innocence in her

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

I will search the green, and I will search the town But I will never find no one like you Now we are the blessed, now we are the strong Take my hand, and let me know that it feels good To feel at home What can I say, without a say? We've got a way to go,

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

I'm in with the in crowd It feels nice, it feels nice Any time of the year, don't you hear I'm in the in crowd I go where the in crowd goes And I know what the in crowd knows Dressing fine, making time We breeze up and down the street We get respect from

'Cause I swear for the last time I won't trust myself with you (Everyone feels so far away from me) (Trying not to break but I'm so tired of this deceit) (All I ever think about is this) (All the tiring time between) (And how trying to put my trust in

Feels with me Do you mind if I steal a kiss? (Chop, chop) To memorize the way you shock me (yeah) The way you move it here (hey) Just wanna feel it from you (hey, ooh) Don't be afraid to catch feels (ha) I know you ain't afraid to pop pills (hey) Baby, I

Feels good don't it What's it like girl To have somebody love you With a love Too good to be true You ought to know How bout those lonely nights You used to pray Something like this

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

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