I can't stop drinking about you No one's gonna love you like I do I gotta numb the pain Without you I ain't the same So pour a shot in my glass and I'll forget forever! (Wow oh) So pour a shot in my glass 'cause it makes everything better! (Wow oh) I

The best thing about being a woman Is the prerogative to have a little fun and Oh, oh, oh, go totally crazy, forget I'm a lady Men's shirts, short skirts Oh, oh, oh, get in the action, feel the attraction Color my hair, do what I dare Oh, oh, oh, I want

Oh, God said to Abraham, "Kill me a son" Abe said, "Man, you must be puttin' me on" God said, "No" Abe say, "What?" God say, "You can do what you want, Abe, but The next time you see me comin', you better run" Well, Abe said, "Where d'you want this

You've been down too long in the midnight sea Ride the tiger You can see his stripes but you know he's clean Oh don't you see what I mean Gotta get away Oh what's becoming of me Holy Diver, yeah

Girl you're just amazing Singing oh yea I'm loving that, the way she makes me feel Singing oh yea she's so rad, this is just unreal And all around the world I've never seen a girl that makes me crazy baby 'Cause she knows that I'm falling fast I know

In my boo ooh book of love In my boo ooh In your boo ooh book of love In your boo ooh In the midnight haze We are sitting in the sun The light hits your face And I know that you're the one

Ooh, it makes me wonder There's a lady who's sure All that glitters is gold And she's buying a stairway to heaven When she gets there she knows If the stores are all closed With a word she can get what she came for Oh oh oh oh and she's buying a stairway

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

That's our only truth Ooh, blame it on the moonlight Just blame it on my youth I'm blaming on this star sign I'm too hot to handle I'm too hot to handle, yea Yes, I'm too hot to handle Blame it on the moonlight, blame it on my youth It's just another

A working class hero is something to be If you want to be a hero well just follow me As soon as you're born they make you feel small By giving you no time instead of it all Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all They hurt you at home and they