Is your heart filled with pain, shall I come back again? Tell me dear, are you lonesome tonight? Are you lonesome tonight Do you miss me tonight? Are you sorry we drifted apart? Does your memory stray to a brighter sunny day When I kissed you and called

A get-lost-with-you-running-through-every-red-light-er Let the time fly by 'cause it's a finding her hand Falling and feeling like a star right out of a midnight sky-er Taking a chance, starting a fire, this is an all-nighter 'Cause this is an

The perfect storm Sunshine mixed with A little hurricane And she destroys me in that t-shirt And I love her so much it hurts I never meant to fall like this That girl right there's If she was a drink

I wish you were here with me 'Cause right now Everything is new to me You know I can't fight the feeling And every night I feel it Lights go down, and The night is calling to me, yeah

Maybe midnight's just misunderstood 'Cause if nothing good ever happens after midnight Nothing good ever happens after midnight Why does it always feel so damn good Wrapped up so tight with me, no light All night, it was alright, alright Well the sun

Like a beer can in a truck bed I just wanna roll around with you On a slow ride in the sunset Bouncin' down a small town street Let's pop the top right off this thing I need a cold drink 'cause you're a hot mess Let the night do what it does best Shake

Take all of me I just wanna be the girl you like, girl you like Took forty-five minutes to get all dressed up We ain't even gonna make it to this club The kind of girl you like, girl you like The kinda girl you like Is right here with me Driver roll up

Always on a different route, I do the wrong things right! Alright now, we're going back in time! We'll rock this party 'til the walls come crashing down, so buy another 21 with no direction, living life to the fullest is my intention! We're gonna party

'Cause you're sweet 'Cause you're sweet like cocoa But all you wanna do is the coco Hangin' out with you is a no go Runnin up, all this cake Bag it up, then come right away Sak pase, YSL 'Cause you're sweet, what's your status? Might hit your address, if

I met a boy called Frank Mills On September twelfth right here In front of the Waverly But unfortunately I lost his address He was last seen with his friend, a drummer He resembles George Harrison of The Beatles But he wears his hair tied in a small bow