Shoot to thrill, play to kill I got my gun at the ready, gonna fire at will So don't you fool around I'm gonna pull it, pull it, pull the trigger Too many women with too many pills 'Cause I shoot to thrill, and I'm ready to kill All you women who want a

These feelings may change as we all walk this way The youth steal the ship as this generation fades... The youth steal the ship as this generation fades. It was a movement of the people, like many times before, Who stood up for peace and sat down for

Then, and again, sing of three hundred men Glory and death, Spartans will never surrender Many many years ago, when Persia came ashore Heeding Leonidas' call the Spartans went to war Joined by their brothers, a few against the fateful horde

Everything was wrong You were still around How many times must I tell you Tired of you and everything you stand for I thought we'd reached an agreement But when I woke up this mornin' Why can't you show some feelin'? Why can't you understand? Messed up

If all the young men Oh Sally, my dear It's you I'd be kissing She smiled and replied, "You don't know what you're missing" Were hares on the mountain How many young girls would take guns and go hunting? Were fish in the water How many young girls would

My babe, she gives me everything She gives me everything I need Moving up and down and from side to side With so many things to do I want to go again I want another ride This time should see it through We never realized as the years rolled by No we never

From the moment that we start There's still so many things I wanna say to you In my rear view We're bound by blood that's moving I watch you watching the twilight Behind the telephone lines

(Yeah, I'm free, yeah, I'm free, yeah) But, whoa, at least I am free, oh, oh, I am free See, whoa, c’est la vie Maybe something’s wrong with me I don’t do yoga, never tried Pilates Not many people want me at their parties Tryna find my place, some place,

It's those honky tonk women Gimme, gimme, gimme those honky tonk blues I'm sittin' in a bar tippling a jar in Jackson And on the street the summer sun it shines There's many a bar room queen I've had in Jackson But I just can't seen to drink you off my

Oui-oui amour Plenty of kisses, plenty of bisous Comment allez-vous? (Bonjour) I should be more mature, sure, I'm spoiled Hit up the south of France after tour, bonjour (bonjour) How many girls pre-bate right before they date So she can have restraint?