We can't move to this We can't even talk, boy We don't even kiss Now I'm giving you up tonight It never works And I'm dancing on my own because You're not in love We can't move together Used to roll in perfect motion, easy

Has he got enough money to spend? M-O-N-E-Y's me Drink slow to feed the nose you know he likes to get blown, Leave no he's to and fro he doesn't like it when the girls go It's going off 'cause they're not gonna let him in Two and a half the boy is

All the same we take our chances Laughed at by time Tricked by circumstances Plus ca change Plus c'est la meme chose The more that things change The more they stay the same A boy alone, so far from home Endless rooftops from my window

I miss missing you now and then Baby, you were my picket fence Now and then Chlorine kissed summer skin Sometimes before it gets better The darkness gets bigger The person that you’d take a bullet for is behind the trigger Oh, we’re fading fast Don’t

I hate boys, but boys love me. I think they suck and my friends agree. Eh yeah, eh yeah, eh yeah, I. hate. boys. Bo-bo-bo-boys bo-boys If you hate 'em boys, shake it. If you hate them boys, shake it. No-no-no-no, I'm not bitter, I'm not mad. Well, maybe

Are you telling me this is a sign? I'm not sure of what I see Cupid don't fuck with me! She's looking in my eyes, now I see no other guys Don't think about it, boy leave her alone Are you telling me this is a sign? (Oh!) She likes my tone, my cologne and

But don’t take love off the table yet 'Cause tonight it’s just fire alarms and losing you We love a lot So we only lose a little But we are alive, we are alive, we are alive I wanna see your animal side Let it all out Here in death valley 'Cause we are

'Cause I ain't never seen a country boy with tires on his truck this high I said climb on up but honey watch the cup That I'm spitting my dip inside and hold on tight 'Cause it's gonna be wilder than any eight second ride Well I said hey girl what's your

Everybody knows I'm here Well, you know I'm the hoochie-coochie man Everybody knows I'm here Don't you know I'm here The gypsy woman told my mother Before I was born I got a boy-child's comin' He's gonna be a son-of-a-gun He's gonna make pretty women's

What have we said Wasn't it their bed Haven't we paid penance What of presence And the little boy stared Into the eyes of the night Button collects price of his time Little girl glared Sheets of denial