You're the one I want, you're the one I need Baby, if I was a king, ah, you would be my queen You're the rock in my roll You're good for my soul, it's true I'm head over boots for you I wanna sweep you off your feet tonight I wanna love you and hold you

It's like I'm paranoid lookin' over my back It's like a whirlwind inside of my head It's like I can't stop what I'm hearing within It's like the face inside is right And let's ri-i-i-i-i-ide check em out now Ri-i-i-i-i-ide, yeah It's just that Jigga Man,

I guess I'm just human afterall I must be doing this all wrong Should be happy but I'm searching for the reasons why Puts my head in overdrive I thought I had this figured out I should scream but I'm still searching for the voice I lost Why do I stop

Sometimes I wonder where will we go Lord, don't take my whiskey, rock and roll I'm headed down a highway, got a suitcase by my side Blue skies hangin' over my head; I got five hundred miles to ride I'm goin' down to Memphis town to play a late night show

Sometimes I wonder where will we go Lord don't take my whiskey, rock and roll I'm headed down a highway got a suitcase by my side Blue skies hangin' over my head I got five hundred miles to ride I'm goin' down to Memphis town to play a late night show I

That's the way you come to me I'm head over heels And I'm always gonna be That's okay I love the way you come to me Sun breaks I can't wait Til I'll be on my way again I'm sick and tired of waiting With nothing to do Watching the rain through a crack

I'm over my head Oh but it sure feels nice Your mood is like a circus wheel You're changing all the time Sometimes I can't help but feel That I'm wasting all of my time But it sure feels nice You can take me to paradise And then again you can be as cold

Been thinking about you, and there's no rest Should I still love you, still see you in bed All the things you got Been thinking about you, your records are here Your eyes are on my wall, your teeth are over there But I'm still no one, and you're now a

I see today with a newsprint fray My night is colored headache gray I am the screen, the blinding light I'm the screen, I work at night Don't wake me with so much Receiving department, three A.M Staff cuts have socked up the overage Directives are

Maybe I can talk you down Cos if you go, I go We're standing on a tiny ledge Before this goes over the edge Gonna use my heart and not my head Just a cigarette gone So I'm driving in my car where I hope you are And try to open up your eyes This is