(Take me to the other side) (Show me what I cannot find) (Never ending number line) Someone, someone is trying Someone, someone is dying Do you see it, there on the door? Death is coming, life nevermore Obsession drives me, clouding my mind What's the

Here's what it is As good as it gets I know you won't believe this kind of lovin' You really need this kind of lovin' So stop making me run around Making me run around Show you I really care Give it a try Stop making me run around

Maybe get you drunk, maybe high too Maybe fall in love, maybe fall in love You know what it is when I slide through I could lift you up you only 5'2 I could take you to the otherside, yeah Show you that there's more than meets the eye, yeah I should let

Be cruel to your school in the name of rock 'n' roll Do abc's and 123's Mean that much to me, that much to me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me 'Cause hey, I gotta know what I'll have to show When I hi hi ho it from here Be cruel to your school 'cause you

That to me is what your eyes are, Soft as stars in April skies are, Tell me some day you'll fulfill Their promise of a thrill. Flashing eyes in which my hopes rise, Let me show you where my heart lies. Let me prove that it adores That loveliness of yours.

I'll try my best. I can be that part of you, Can you let me try? To be hugged, to be kissed. Torn to pieces. Tell me it's all right, Just for one night. Show you how to feel like, What it feels like. Be thought of and to be missed.

What can you show me That my heart don't know already And you're qualified to me Only losers go to school That my heart don't know where it is And you're qualified We make our own sins You're qualified to me We did it unknown

'Cause everywhere we go girl, you're the star of the show And everybody's wondering and wanting to know What's your name, who's that girl Oh, what gets me the most is you don't even know With the prettiest smile in the world? That you are, you are, you

What's your name? Shootin' you straight, little girl? What's your name, little girl? Won't you do the same? What was your name, little girl? Well, its eight o'clock in Boise, Idaho I'll find my limo driver Mister, take us to the show I done made some

Ain't no time for talking Show me what you got We're gonna get this bed rocking And it ain't gonna stop (You're getting locked up) Roll your body like you do Don't be afraid to move it You got everything I like so