All night, love all night Practice makes perfect, gonna get it right Gonna get it right, one night at a time Let's take our love, one night at a time Oh, I think about you all day long It feels so good, it can't be wrong I got my fingers crossed that

Tonight, I'm gonna find a way to make it without you So tonight, I'm gonna find a way to make it without you I'm gonna hold on to the times that we had Even if you were a million miles away I can still feel you in my bed Near me, touch me, feel me And

When I'm gone I was a young troubador When I wrote in on a song And I'll be an old troubador Sometimes I feel like Jesse James Still trying to make a name Knowing nothing's gonna change I still feel 25

World again you've caught me in a coma And I don't think I wanna Ever come back to this Kinda like it in a coma 'Cause no one's ever gonna Oh make me come back to this Now, I feel as if I'm floating away I can't feel all the pressure, and I like it this

I'm lookin' like I'm gonna get it, you probably don't get it I come in your house with a microphone Lookin' like I'm about to set up a show in your kitchen I'm outta my mind but I feel like I'm in it If I never make it, don't make any difference I'm

Don't try and fuck with my head Don't try and make me feel a fool Give me the ground to stand on Play with me in the grass field I used to love Struggle when I'm gone, that's all you deserve

Can't stop now Believe us, The field is our battleground Throw me the dice Gonna break the odds Make you feel alive And the game is on Midnight, million lights It our time to shine

I'm gonna love ya Like no one could Make your heart feel the way it should I'm gonna hold ya When no one would 'Cause I swear you deserve some good Living up in California Loving life that I've been waiting for ya

I just wanna feel myself, you want me to kill myself Suicidal doors, call it Kurt Cobain Suwu leather seats, like a bloody stain I need hella base, I need hella pain You gon' wanna cry, I'ma make it rain Man, I been on my own, Lord, I'ma need some help

That's all right. What you call me? You didn't! You don't wear continental clothes, or Stetson hats. Well I tell you one dog-gone thing. It makes me feel good to know one thing. I know I'm a lover. Matter of opinion. That's all right, Mama was. Papa too.