Its just the nearness of you Its not the pale moon that excites me That thrills and delights me, oh no It isn't your sweet conversation That brings this sensation, oh no When you're in my arms and I feel you so close to me All my wildest dreams come true

Make the bomb bomb beat I'll give you melody Make the song so sweet You gon' come home with me, oh Play that audio We can't live on without the rhythm (sayin', no, no) We got the stars (stars) We got audio

And if you really love me won't you tell me Then I won't have to be Playing around Playing around no You call my name Ooh so sweet To make your kiss incomplete When your mood is clear You quickly change your ways

To my sweet home Chicago Back to the land of California Oh, baby don't you want to go? Baby don't you want to go? Now one and one is two Two and two is four I'm heavy loaded, baby I'm booked, I gotta go Cryin' baby

Wait a while eternity Old Mother Nature's got nothin' on me Come to me, run to me, come to me now I'm rollin' my sweetheart I'm flowin' by God It was Christmas in prison and the food was real good We has turkey and pistols carved out of wood I dream of

Oh oh, oh oh oh oh One life, live it up, 'cause we got one life One life, live it up, 'cause you don't get it twice That sweeter when you reach that goal One one one life, live it up, 'cause you don't get it twice Strength in numbers, is a force we can

Pour some sugar on me Ooh in the name of love Pour your sugar on me Sometime, anytime, sugar me sweet Break the bubble, break it up C'mon fire me up Ooh I can't get enough I'm hot, sticky sweet Hey, hey, hey

At night she's screamin' "I'm-ma-ma-ma out my mind" A little bit psycho Oh, she's sweet but a psycho Oh, she's hot but a psycho So left but she's right though Grab a cop gun kinda crazy She's poison but tasty Yeah, people say, "Run, don't walk away"

To my sweet home Chicago Back to the land of California Oh, baby don't you want to go? Baby don't you want to go? Now one and one is two Two and two is four I'm heavy loaded, baby I'm booked, I gotta go Cryin' baby

There's a hole in daddy's arm where all the money goes, Jesus Christ died for nothin I suppose. Little pitchers have big ears, Don't stop to count the years, Sweet songs never last too long on broken radios. Sam Stone came home, To the wife and family