Then your friends will all go green What a life it would be If you would come to mine for tea I'll pick you up at half past three We'll have lasagna I'll treat you like a Queen I'll give you strawberries and cream These could be the best days of our

They'll know you're trying to help 'em When you see them fall down But you pick 'em up You still let them touch the ground Don't worry, I swear Tryna stay light on my toes Just ran a light in a Rolls Told me I'm lookin' exhausted You hit it right on the

Be my Wendy, I'll be your Peter Pan In my dreams you're dying Come on baby, take my hand We can walk if we don't feel like flying We can live, I don't feel like dying Come on baby, you've got no plans It picks me up, I can't stop crying I just wanna live

Please, go easy To pick you up until you come around So please, go easy with my baby Please, go easy with my baby Pack it up and leave it, leave it all behind you Starting fresh in someone else’s town And though we may be leaving, I’ll be right beside

'Cause life is going, going gone Yes I'll find you and cut you down Friends and neighbours, sleepy town If you wake up before the blow Pick your face up Before it's come and come and gone Find yourself a new frontier Fly yourself away from here 'til

Little hottie swingin' up in the swing No cover charge, get in for free Chillin' on a back porch, oh yeah Them good ol' boys pickin' six string Woah oh oh, leave your trouble at the door Woah oh oh, chillin' on a back porch No last call, let's party on

Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys Don't let 'em pick guitars or drive them old trucks Let 'em be doctors and lawyers and such Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys 'Cause they'll never stay home and they're always alone Even

Nothing can stop us now We run away, a sweet escape A sweet escape And if you fall, I'll pick you up I'll follow you 'til the end of time We don't care about nothin' else Feels like heaven, nothing can stop us now Nothing can hold us down Just like a

Who made who, who made you? Who made who, ain't nobody told you? Who made who, who made you? If you made them and they made you Who picked up the bill, and who made who? The video game says "play me" Face it on a level but it takes you every time on a

Kill the Lights! Mr. Photographer I think I'm ready for my close-up (tonight) Make sure you catch me from my good side (pick one) Is that money in your pocket? Or you happy to see me? The lights pure