My milkcow been ramblin', hoo, for miles around Tell me, milkcow, what on earth is wrong with you? Hoo, milkcow, what on earth is wrong with you? Now, you have a little new calf, hoo, and your milk is turnin' blue Now, your calf is hungry, and I believe

I can't get enough, yeah Moving my body All night long and do it again I keep turning it up, yeah The music is taking me higher I'm feeling inspired Don't want you to stop it We dance in the streets We rock to the beat

(Don't walk away) all you gotta do is stay Gone- how in the world will I go on (Don't walk away) Don't walk away, don't say goodbye Don't turn around, don't let it die When shadows fall, when day is done All through the night, all of my life Don't walk

I've been anticipating This is our song they're playing I want to rock with you You're feeling this right let's do this tonight(Yeah yeah) Gotta really let me know if you want me You gotta turn me on and make me feel sexy You gotta show me you've got

Kill the inside and let it burn Tell the lonely where to go He’s not the only without hope A moment of something where the dark can reverse The fire may not open, but the devil will return Insanity or glory, in a mind that never learns The empty eyes are

Pull up in a Demon, on God (On God) Lookin' like I still do fraud (Fraud) Flyin' private jet with the rod (Rod) This that Z shit, this that Z shit (This that Z shit) Uh-huh, ha, oh-ah-oh Ice water, turned Atlantic (Freeze) Nightcrawlin' in a Phantom

I think I'm still turning out You say I turned out fine I'm a little kid, and so are you Don't you go and grow up before I do I'm a little kid with so much doubt Do you want to be there to see how I turn out? But I'm confused Am I ready for love? Or

If it wasn't for bad luck I'd have no luck at all Keep you eye on the money Keep your eye on the money Black jack roulette Losing high and low She rolls the dice She's cold as ice Turn a young man old

Say it loud and clear For the whole wide world to hear I got the right To make up my mind So turn up the drum Yeah, we must have different shoes on We're marching to a different beat So baby put your boots on Keep marching to a different beat

Easy come girl, easy go. Goodbye, farewell, so long, vaya con dios. Good luck, wish you well, take it slow. Says she's had enough of me, I've had enough of her too. I might as well go on and set her free, she's already turned me loose. No fault, no