Oh-oh-oh-oh Does he know you can move it like that? Whoa-oh-oh-oh Does he know you're out and I want you so bad Tonight you're mine, baby Does he know that you'll never go back? Does he know? Inside and out, baby, head to toe Your secret tattoo, the way

Whoa oh oh oh oh, Mona Lisa Say what you mean Tell me I'm right And let the sun rain down on me Give me a sign I want to believe You're guaranteed to run this town I'd pay to see you frown There's nothing wrong with just a taste of what you've paid for

(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,

Na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na And the games people play Talkin' about you and me, yeah Oh, the games people play now Every night and every day now Never meanin' what they say, yeah Oh, talkin' about you and me, yeah Whoa-oh, oh Whoa-oh, oh, oh

Welcome to the new age, to the new age Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, oh, I'm radioactive, radioactive Whoa, oh, oh I'm waking up, I feel it in my bones Enough to make my systems blow I'm breaking in, shaping up, then checking out on the prison bus

Hey nice to know ya Whoa, yeah, yeah Burnin' down the circus Don't know how to work this out (Hey nice to know ya Hey nice to know ya) Started out a novice Finished like an artist Cryin' in the lobby, oh

(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,

Can't even close my eyes Whoa, my baby can't be found Lord, I believe this is the end Now here it is three o' clock in the mornin' Oh, three o' clock in the mornin', baby Well, I can't find my baby Lord, and I can't be satisfied Lord, I've looked around

Whoa oh oh oh oh We get real low, we get real high It ain’t all good baby but it’s all right This is real life in the real world We ain’t talking to no models We got real girls Well I grew up in a real town Where the prom queen had a plastic crown

Just like driving on an open highway Never knowing what we're gonna find Just like two kids, baby, always trying to live it up What we got is Whoa, yeah, that's our kind of love That's right, oh that's right Oh, that's our kind of love You wear your