Well, that's nothin' (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed Get along with the voices inside of my head And you think I'm crazy, yeah, you think I'm crazy You're tryin' to save me, stop holdin' your breath (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh,

Jack in my coke’s got me dizzy dizzy Radio rockin' with maybe Freddy daddy Oh oh it’s the Saturday night She shake it so sweet you got me on a sugar high And I don’t know if it’s you or the whiskey That’s got me feeling all tipsy tipsy I can feel myself

Oh, the trouble with love Everybody knows it's the best kind, too It'll get you in deep, yeah, it always does Oh, but the trouble's gonna find you Oh, but I got no trouble with love Oh, and that's the trouble with love The trouble with time is that you

Walk me home in the dead of night So say you'll stay with me tonight I can't be alone with all that's on my mind, mhm 'Cause there is so much wrong going on outside Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh There's something in the way you roll your eyes Takes me back to a

Ooh, God, that's the trouble with me I need the trouble with you I need the trouble with trust Ooh, God, that's the trouble with us Got me fighting naked, nothing sacred We're tearing paint off the walls It's on the edge of emotional I see that look in

That's what happens when two worlds collide Your world was made up of things sweet and good My world could never fit in, I wish it could Two hearts lie in shambles and oh, how they've cried Those wedding bells with never ring for me Your world was so

You're my, my, my, my kind of woman My, oh my, what a girl And I'm down on my hands and knees Begging you please, baby, show me your world Oh baby, oh man You're making my crazy, really driving me mad That's all right with me, it's really no fuss As long

Shake, shake it all night long You listen while I'm talkin' to you, now Tell you what I'm gonna do now There's a new thing going around now And I'll tell what to put down Move your body all around, and just shake Ha, that's the way you do it Oh, g'on,

You return like Saturn to me Oh, w-w-w-w-woah You leave and return Eventually you will proceed to give me what I need And that's how it should be You're just like Saturn to me, to me (Saturn to me) I orbit around the way that you are Can't help but be

(Blame it on) That's damn rock and roll (Rock and roll) Oh oh oh oh oh It ain't a needle in a vein It ain't backstage sex It ain't lines of cocaine on a private jet, It ain't havin' a posse full of hangers on following you around It ain't long hair,