What have I got to do to make you love me What do I do when lightning strikes me What have I got to do to be heard, It's sad (so sad) What have I got to do to make you care, And I wake to find that you're not there? What have I got to do to make you want

What do I do when lightning strikes me What have I got to do to be heard It's sad, so sad What have I got to do What have I got to do to make you love me What have I got to do to make you care And I wake to find that you're not there What do I do to make

What if this storm ends? As you are now And I don't see you The perfect halo Of gold hair and lightning Sets you off against The planet's last dance Just for a minute

(And I want, and I need) (And I lust, animal) I gotta feel it in my blood, whoa oh I need your touch, don't need your love, whoa oh A wild ride, over stony ground Such a lust for life, the circus comes to town We are the hungry ones, on a lightning raid

Waiting for a light that never comes The nights go on I chase the sun Lightning above and a fire below me You cannot catch me, cannot hold me You cannot stop, much less control me Say it's all you can take, better take some more

Crying lightning And twisted and deranged Your past-times, consisted of the strange And I hate that little game you had called Outside the cafe by the cracker factory You were practicing a magic trick And my thoughts got rude, as you talked and chewed On

Lightning strike after dark What's the price? Up the bar Used to fight, the streets is harsh I wasn't right, locked behind bars Stealing the cars, servin' the narcs The money I gain, all for the art Whole lot of pain, black in my heart I know she

Whoa, whoa, whoa, who knows Forty days, forty nights What the thunder and lightning will bring Maybe the storm will cover my dreams Maybe the sun will shine no more Which way the wind is blowing And when we look back on these things We won't cry no more

White lightning Yeah, the G-Men, T-Men, revenuers too Searchin' for the place where he made his brew They were lookin', tryin' to book him Mighty, mighty pleasin' You're pappy's corn squeezin' But my pappy kept on cookin' Well, in North Carolina, way

Everything comes naturally, it comes naturally It comes naturally Bay-bay-baby You are the thunder and I am the lightning And I love the way you Know who you are and to me it's exciting When you know it's meant to be When you're with me, baby