Ooh, oh, whoa-oh Thinking of you, thinking of you I'm thinking of you Wanna be with you I wasn't looking for a romance Blue skies but I'm in the dark Waiting on someone that gotta pick me up Ooh, I'm coming right back Tried to forget about you and no

And it is way too unhealthy Often they've typically been starved for attention before They don't even care at all She's open waiting for more And I know he's only looking to score He pauses shaving and he tells himself that he is the bomb She has her

And I know that I wasn't in the picture Tried to paint it, looking perfect And it never worked for the both of us I'mma let you know, now I'll let you go You should fly, for the first time in a long time Just fly, let you go, let you go Let you fly, for

And it's your face I'm looking for on every street There's gotta be a record of you someplace You gotta be on somebody's books The lowdown, a picture of your face Your injured looks The sacred and profane The pleasure and the pain Somewhere your

You could be that You could be that girl And I can see that good girl gone bad Well I'm looking for a bonnie Lookin' for a p.I.C A 'lil partner in crime come hell or high water she's down she's ridin' with me 'Lil miss watch for blue lights While I

Devil's in the house of the risin' sun. Chickens in the bread pen pickin' out dough. Granny, does your dog bite? No, child, no. The devil went down to Georgia, He was looking for a soul to steal, He was in a bind he was way behind, he was willin' to make

She's the woman A little low on cash But I'm high on luck I wanna be your knight In shining pick-up truck With a Chevy for my summer home Let's get the party started It's looking like the city towed My other apartment

Lay your head down, lay your head down Don't pick it up Leave your clothes at the door Kiss your body before you give this love (Lay your head down) Looking at you now, baby, you a show-off Don't you slow down, baby girl, go off Let your hair down, let

And it's your face I'm looking for on every street There's gotta be a record of you someplace You gotta be on somebody's books The lowdown, a picture of your face Your injured looks The sacred and profane The pleasure and the pain Somewhere your

Devil's in the house of the risin' sun. Chickens in the bread pen pickin' out dough. Granny, does your dog bite? The devil went down to Georgia, He was looking for a soul to steal, He was in a bind he was way behind, he was willin' to make a deal. When