They’ve been waiting for the dog to scratch If they don’t know by now, they about to find out Man, this is it This is what they’ve been waiting for baby This is what they’ve been waiting for Already got Grand Champ status Tell me how they feel about

Come on let me hold you touch you feel you Kiss you taste you all night So here I am I'm trying So here I am are you ready I've been here before a few times And I'm quite aware we're dying And your hands they shake with goodbyes And I'll take you back if

Oh oh, oh oh, oh I'm a nineties baby In my eighties Mercedes Feel like a hard-to-get starlet when I'm driving Got them Ray-Ban shades pretty in pink Call me old school but hey It's Saturday night, about time to go Got my white leather jacket and a neon

Bossa nova, bossa nova She said, go, bossa nova baby Keep on dancin' She said, hey, bossa nova baby Keep on workin' for I said, take it easy, baby I worked all day And my feet feel just like lead You got my shirt tails

Plus that paper chasin', it done turn me to a savage Groupies in the lobby they just tryna get established God, I've been guilty, fornicatin' from my status Feel his blessings wash away my sins I'm sanctified and, I have been born again Now I proclaim,

It's what I feel about you It's what I feel about you, babe Which way do you recommend? They can know me by heart, my friend Don't we always go too far? Never knowing where we will end Thought I needed some medicine But this is how I always been 'Cause

Oo, I go by feel Hey, I go by feel. Down in Mississippi, I knew a blind man. This is what he told me, when I tried to lend a hand. I go by feel, yes, I go by feel. The only way I know what's real, I go by feel. People always ask me about the blues I

You don't care about how I feel, All the world I've seen before me passing by, I don't feel it anymore, I don't feel it anymore Hey you, see me, pictures crazy, I've got, nothing, to gain, to lose, I don't feel. I don't feel it anymore. Hey you, are me,

And it sure feels right It feels like a struck match kissing gasoline It feels a little better than it ever has It sure feels good, baby let’s be bad I feel your heart, I feel you there When they get a little tipsy Corona cold in your hand, your brushed

Well, I'm a man of many wishes Hope my premonition misses But what I really feel my eyes won't let me hide ‘Cause they always start to cry ‘Cause this time could mean goodbye Lately, I have had the strangest feeling With no vivid reason here to find Yet