As long as you're in it Wherever we go, whatever we do As good as it gets, gets better with you As long as you're in it, girl So baby let's ride There ain't nothing missing in this life I'm living It's just an old '88 four door, banged out floorboard A

You know that bitch baby He's talking shit about our clique But he don't crazy You see the writing on my dick You know that trick, Tracy Yeah, she's making me sick Living that life We used to do the same shit Shit gets drastic

'Cause baby's got the feelin' Baby wants a show Baby, won't you tell me Baby, rock 'n' roll Rock 'n' roll Baby gets tired, everybody knows Your mother tells you, baby has to show

You are so tantalizing you just can't be true Rebecca don't allow me fool around with you Beautiful Delilah, sweet as apple pie Always gets a second look from fellas passin' by Every time you see her she's with a different guy Beautiful Delilah, that's

Come over, come over, come over, come over, come over I told you I wouldn’t call, I told you I wouldn’t care But baby climbing the walls gets me nowhere I don’t think that I can take this bed getting any colder I turned the TV off, to turn it on again

Anyone that sees you at all They know, they know They know, they know, they know Just by looking Well it's gonna be a lucky man That gets to take your hand And play house with you a while And anyone that sees you What I should have been told

Today's Tom Sawyer He gets by on you What you say about his company Is what you say about society The world is, the world is Love and life are deep A modern day warrior Mean, mean stride Mean, mean pride

Baby you look good Like oh, the way you move to the bass Whole room gets to spinnin' from the second that you walk in And baby you look good all day, all night You look good, so fresh, so fine You look good, got everybody watching you like cameras in

He gets up real early on his mornin' drive Down to the office for his nine to five He drives a '94, two-tone, economy car He loves to tell the local bands down at the bar that he's the critic Yeah, I can hook you up, I know everybody, in the business He

I miss missing you now and then Baby, you were my picket fence Now and then Chlorine kissed summer skin Sometimes before it gets better The darkness gets bigger The person that you’d take a bullet for is behind the trigger Oh, we’re fading fast Don’t