Everything comes naturally, it comes naturally You are the thunder and I am the lightning It comes naturally And I love the way you know who you are And to me it's exciting When you know it's meant to be When you're with me, baby Bay bay bay baby And it

In our hearts without chains Don't bring this love down I wish time was still We'd stay right here And if time was still Do you know that fever I know? With time to kill We'd have no fear Or scars to heal

When your lover has gone What good is the scheming, the planning and dreaming That comes with each new love affair The dreams that we cherish so often might perish And leaves you with castles in air When you're alone, who cares for starlit skies? When

She's in love with California And breakin' my heart These ain't no Holly Woods And these hills ain't Beverly No sunset on the boulevard 'Cause she's in love with California And that West-Coast sunshine dream Ain't no beaches on these backroads It's a

If you were born in the 80's, the 80's It was acceptable in the 80's It was acceptable at the time I've got hugs for you I've got love for you I'll do things for you If you were born in the 80's

She loves a small town boy like me She can have anybody that she wants to be Anywhere she wants to be She's my ride or die baby She's my cool, she's my crazy She's my laid back in the front seat She's my with me to the end girl My turn-it-up-to ten girl

I couldn't resist him His eyes were like yours His hair was exactly the shade of brown He's just not as tall, but I couldn't tell It was dark and I was lying down You are everything he means nothing to me I can't even remember his name Why're you so

It's just forever Forever (Ahhh) Gonna make you mine forever Never let you leave my side You can run, you can hide Girl I'm gonna make you mine Never stop until you love me Even if you treat me cold I'll love you till we decompose

Don't be afraid Are you still proud of your little boy? (Be afraid) Love will mend your broken wing Time will slip away Learn to be brave Oh, my father Why don't you talk to me now? Oh, my mother

I'm a Brooklyn baby He plays guitar while I sing Lou Reed I've got feathers in my hair They say I'm too young to love you Well, my boyfriend's in the band I get down to Beat poetry And my jazz collection's rare I can play most anything