And you know my heart, well it's waiting for your call Won't you take your time on me? (Take your time on me) 'Cause we got nowhere else to be You fall in my arms Baby won't you let your phone keep ringing Are you thinking what I'm thinking?

But it's you who makes me sing Playing back the moments Now I'm starting to believe That you could be at the show and know every word And I know where we are and I know who I am Baby, I'm your biggest fan, oh Took a while for me to see I never really

Get some colours on Now I don't care what you dress like or what you wear But please make sure baby, you've got some colours in there Now it's all very well stepping out in black and white But you're no girlfriend of mine if you're doing that right

Remind me, remind me Yeah you'd wake up in my old t-shirt We didn't care if people stared We'd make out in a crowd somewhere Somebody'd tell us to get a room It's hard to believe that was me and you Now we keep saying that we're OK But I don't want to

Sweet home Alabama Where the skies are so blue Lord, I'm coming home to you Big wheels keep on turning Carry me home to see my kin Singing songs about the south-land I miss 'ole' 'bamy once again and I think it's a sin Well I heard Mister Young sing

I'm wishing on a star To follow where you are And I wish on all the rainbows that I see I'm wishing on a dream To follow what it means I feel it's time we should make up, baby I feel it's time for us to get back together And make the best of things, oh,

(Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah!) (She's a) L.A., L.A. baby We'll need to realize, it's just you and me together For you and me tonight in this city (You're my) L.A., L.A. baby You gotta, go go! Bring it on The two of us tonight we can make it last

Remind me, remind me Yeah you'd wake up in my old t-shirt We didn't care if people stared We'd make out in a crowd somewhere Somebody'd tell us to get a room It's hard to believe that was me and you Now we keep saying that we're OK But I don't want to

Why are we always stuck and running from The bullets? The bullets We gotta get away from here Just stop your crying We never learn, we been here before It's a sign of the times We got to get away We got to, we got to (away)

Remind me, remind me Yeah you'd wake up in my old t-shirt We didn't care if people stared We'd make out in a crowd somewhere Somebody'd tell us to get a room It's hard to believe that was me and you Now we keep saying that we're OK But I don't want to