Like it's our last dance I'll fall in love You're the only thing I know And I don't wanna let this go Close to you are I feel, feel like I'm at home Can't wait 'til we're alone We were built to last We were built like that Baby take my hand

Don't fuck with my love I don't wanna know that, babe That heart is so cold All over my home I told her she knows Take aim and reload I met this girl late last year She said, "Don't you worry if I disappear" I told her, "I'm not really looking for

I need to be the one who takes you home And I know, and I know, and I know One last time One more time I promise after that, I'll let you go Baby I don't care if you got her in your heart All I really care is you wake up in my arms I know I should've

Late last night, I went for a walk, Down by the river near my home. Couldn't believe, with my own eyes, And I swear I'll never leave my home again. I saw a man walking on the water. Coming right at me from the other side. Calling out my name; do not be

I'll keep rolling with my baby 'Cause she's sweet that way I had to roll with my baby Went to see my sweetheart Last night around about ten She said, "Home sweet, Papa" Squeeze me every now and then We went out to a movie Stop in the very last row

Down in Jungleland The Rangers had a homecoming In Harlem late last night And the Magic Rat drove his sleek machine Over the Jersey state line Barefoot girl sitting on the hood of a Dodge Drinking warm beer in the soft summer rain The Rat pulls into

Since you last felt like you were home Each and every breath we take A step towards death And the moon is pale And we might have seen something But we ain't seen nothing yet And I may have dreamt it Or it may have happened When I stood right here

This time has gotta be our last time Here we are again going in this cheap place What if was seen by a friend and they recognize our face We both know that it's wrong we both should be at home I know that you want me just as much as I want you You've got

said about playing this chord He ain't hitting the be flat right I'm a make a hit If it's the last thing I do And I done come home to you And you done put your cold feet on me Get warm your feet, woman Hanging around the studio For three days in a row

I'm thinking 'bout coming home, babe I'm thinking 'bout coming home I love you in the morning when the blood runs to your cheeks Babe, you are the first thing and the last thing that I'd see I was just a boy striking matches upon your heart I couldn't