I wanna see ya Follow the leader Follow my leader Let's lose control When I say go When I say viva We'll take it low We'll get it louder

Faster than the speed of night The night'll be our cover and we'll huddle below There really isn't any time to lose They're going to catch us if we wait until it gets too light You're such a pretty boy Let me show you what to do and you'll do it But you

You win my love Oh, but if you want to win it You win my soul You win my heart Yeah, you get it all You make my motor run Just go faster, faster, don't be slow Rev it up, rev it up 'til your engine blows You win my love, yeah you're number one

Is this how Marilyn Monroe felt? (felt felt felt) Must be how Marilyn Monroe felt (felt felt felt) Call it a curse Or just call me blessed If you can’t handle my worst You ain’t getting my best I can get low I can get low Don’t know which way is up Yeah

I'm gonna get it right They can try to hold me down, but I am 'Cause I'm gonna get it right When the sky is filled with smoke and fire All I want is something better in the purple light I am walking down that road Where did all the flowers go? They say

Yeah, yeah, yeah, Yeah turn on the lights, getting ready for the night Nobody's romancing, 'cause it's too early for dancing But here comes the music With the rest of the clowns Sweepin' the floors, open up the doors Bright light's flashing They cover up

Said little bitch, you can't fuck with me If you wanted to These expensive, these is red bottoms These is bloody shoes Hit the store, I can get 'em both I don't wanna choose Look, I don't dance now I make money moves Say I don't gotta dance

One on one I want to play that game tonight One on one I know I want to play that One on one so slow I`m tired of playing on the team It seems I don`t get time out anymore What a change if we set the pace face to face No one even trying to score Oh oh I

You see this time, I cannot ever never love another, cunt You'll drink as slow, love twice and you'll get fucked. So baby I ask you... A man out of sync with his own program, trying to find some kind of inner link. I should have known it from the start

Middle-aged, do the low rise on the waist London half-life Middle-aged, you're the low riser Getting over myself today And if you're compromised, Drive your car through the rain And if you've been beaten, Drive your car through the rain Until you wash