Rock to the rhythm, and bop to the beat of the radio You can play with me And her hair-do The only one you see All of London sings 'Cause England's swings and they sure love the tales I bring You ain't got the slang but you got the face to play the role

You are a kaleidoscope Get, get, get out Can we get out, get out Get, get, get out of here? So do you want to turn it around? And do you want to show me how? Get out, get out Get, get, get out of here Good intentions never good enough

Who are you? Who, who, who, who? (Ooh wa, ooh wa, ooh wa, ooh wa, ooh wa, ooh) (Who are you?) (Who, who, who, who?) Well, who are you? (who are you? who, who, who, who?) I really wanna know I woke up in a Soho doorway A policeman knew my name

I was just telling that I got this girl before And we was together since 3 years And uh, I was not even cheating on her or what And Facebook arrived and she wanted me to accept her on Facebook And I don't want it because I was like in front of her And

Give me back my hometown 'Cause this is my hometown Yeah, yeah, oh, yeah, yeah Ah ooh, yeah, yeah Damn, I used to love this view Sit here and drink a few Main street and the high school lit up on Friday night Down there it's another touchdown

Hot love, you're making me crazy Hot love, you're making me bad REPEAT CHORUS Oh know, that girl, she's lookin' so fine I know she knows ,what she's doin' to my mind Ooh, does she know that I'm wanting her so Well, there's one thing I know, I can never

Shine on you crazy diamond Nobody knows where you are How near or how far Pile on many more layers And I'll be joining you there And we'll bask in the shadow Of yesterday's triumph And sail on the steel breeze Come on you boy child You winner and loser

Gimme some. I can't stand it no longer. I can't wait eight days. Don't you know I love you? Loving is the thing I crave. For your love, I'd be your slave. Don't be bashful, come over here; Whisper some sweet words in my ear. Come on over here and fill my

You don't need no other lover, we can keep it undercover I want you all to myself And nobody else, yeah You're a sexy machine You're a Hollywood dream And you got me feeling like a homecoming queen Let's drop out of this crowd Somewhere no one's allowed

Life pulled on like a limo under the highway after the prom Time ran down like a scoreboard on the last Hail Mary bomb My heart's still stuck at a stop light With you sittin' there next to me And the red light won't turn green Yeah, it won't turn green,