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

Oh-ooh-whoa-ooh-oh-oh If you wanna party, put your hands up Don't play me just kiss me Put your hands up put your hands up Tonight I'll say Put your hands up And I swore that I would never say I miss you more every day

Stomp your hands Clap your feet To the beat Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh (Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh) Woo-woo yeah Turn it up until it bangs your head Tear it down now mother don't play dead

Tired of love songs, tired of love Wanna go home, whoa Just wanna go home, wanna go home I'm so tired of love songs, tired of love songs So tired of love songs, tired of love songs I, I, oh I, yeah Trying my best to meet somebody But everybody around

Everybody got their own demons Everybody fightin' their own war I can be an angel sometimes, I can be real fucked up I miss you only sometimes, I give you real tough love 'Cause I'm a devil with a halo, whoa-oh-oh Ever seen a devil with a halo? Ever seen

What if nothing ever will change? Whoa, oh oh whoa, oh oh whoa, oh oh whoa Oh I'm caught between your love and a hard place I'm caught between your love and a hard place, oh I'm caught between your love and a hard place But I, I'd rather fight Than lose

Whoa-oh-oh-oh Funny how a melody sounds like a memory Like a soundtrack to a July Saturday night Springsteen To this day when I hear that song I see you standin' there all night long Discount shades, store bought tan Flip flops and cut-off jeans

Better than that (Oh, whoa, oh) I need more heat from ya, baby Make me feel weak for ya, babe Come turn this around No, no, don't let us down And I feel alive Like my heart's in the wild You know I love you

Whoa-oh-oh-oh Funny how a melody sounds like a memory Like a soundtrack to a July Saturday night Springsteen To this day when I hear that song I see you standin' there all night long Discount shades, store bought tan Flip flops and cut-off jeans

Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh It's finally coming into focus (Focus) You're lying and I think you know it But you're too afraid to face the storm you helped create Yeah, this is bullshit (Bullshit) And did you think I wouldn't notice? (Notice) Cracks in your theory