I got this feeling that they're gonna break down the door I got this feeling they they're gonna come back for more See I was thinking that I lost my mind But it's been getting to me all this time And it don't stop dragging me down Silently reflection

I wonder if we're gonna ever get home I wonder if we're gonna ever get home tonight Red lights are flashing on the highway Everywhere the waters getting rough Your best intentions may not be enough But if you break down I'll drive out and find you

Ain't no closing time, ain't no cover charge Just country boys and girls getting down on the farm It's just country boys and girls getting down on the farm You can have a lot of fun in a New York minute Every Friday night there's a steady cloud of dust

Da, da, da, uh, uh Down, down, down Uh, da, da, da, uh, uh Show me a piece of your heart, a piece of your love I'm calling you up to getting down, down, down The way that we touch is never enough Show me a piece of you, show me a part of you I'll be what

You ain't getting in bread, that's rage I'm a headline act on the stage I got my hoody down over my face And you can't send shots like a man's Luke Cage Bullet holes in my top right now I'mma keep going but I know that they Want me to stop right now But,

Let's make it up as we go Make it up, make it up girl, Don't stop the party, it's just getting started Make it up as we go, I know you want it I'm all upon it What we got is sexy, what we got is sexy Lay me down, undress me You're so sweet like candy,

I wanna thank the band, whoever they Were for playing our song And all the stars up there for getting in line And shining down on That boardwalk you and I strolled down Light's dancing on the water from the merry-go-round We made a lot of memories, ain't

Two thousand and seventy three , two thousand and eighty four , two thousand and ninety three , light years ahead you and me gone be getting down on a space bed.....we gone get married in june....we gonna be getting down on the moon, light years

Leave our excellent souls I set a fire just to see what it kills And the rain's coming down Head for the coast Everything goes All our lonely kicks are getting harder to find We'll play nuns versus priests until somebody cries All our lonely kicks that

We'll be road trippin' rollin' with the top down, southbound Getting wild, raising hell, and leaving this town In a tank top gonna let the guns out, all about rockin' that farmers tan Got the Chev going seventy , all the girls looking heavenly Like there