Extraordinary That's what you are to me You make every day feel like And I don't care what we do Everything feels good with you It's true, you make an ordinary day Extraordinary, yeah Sunday morning and cold rain is pouring down That's OK, I got sunshine

Live out loud Hey ho, let's fucking go Hey ho, let's get up and rock n' roll I don't see the fearsome fright All I see is beauty shine Not much time to say goodnight I can hear you scream in the sky Nephew do you feel all right Always up in overdrive

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.

Condition critical Condition critical, critical I'm feeling physical Now I'm really cynical Oh the tension's mounting The pressure starts to show All the men in haunting Please don't let me go

You don't say that it's over, over But you speak without words Making me feel so damn good, 'bye Speak without words So let my greatest fear walk out the door, ahh Ahh, never thought this could die Making me feel so damn good, 'bye Ahh, yea yeah

Say the first thing that comes into your head when you see me If it looks like it works and it feels like works then it works Just follow me now, just follow me now Don't be scared of anything at all Everything we have is all we need All the spotlights

Oh no, oh no You know life can be long Sometimes I feel I've had enough How can I go forward when I don't know which way I'm facing How can I go forward when I don't know which way to turn How can I go forward into something I'm not sure of How can I

Now you're just somebody that I used to know But you didn't have to cut me off Make out like it never happened and that we were nothing And I don't even need your love But you treat me like a stranger and that feels so rough No you didn't have to stoop

Jack in my coke’s got me dizzy dizzy Radio rockin' with maybe Freddy daddy Oh oh it’s the Saturday night She shake it so sweet you got me on a sugar high And I don’t know if it’s you or the whiskey That’s got me feeling all tipsy tipsy I can feel myself

Yeah-eah-eah-eah And I say yeah-eah They tell me think with my head, not that thing in my chest They got their hands at my neck this time But you're the one that I want, if that's really so wrong Then they don't know what this feeling is like I'll tell