And maybe someday down the road I wanna know you Whoa oh, whoa oh, whoa oh I'll sit back and say to myself I wanna go there where you go I wanna find out what you know Yeah, I thought so I like how you are with me

You're bringin' on the heartbreak Bringin' on the heartache You got the best of me Can't you see Oh can't you see Takin' all the best of me Whoah can't you see Gypsy, sittin' lookin' pretty The broken rose with laughin' eyes

Ladies, it's your song So as soon as this come on You should get out on the floor Gon' and get your sexy on If you know that you better Then the new girl that he on Go 'head and tell him now Celebratin' our breakin' up, oh whoa

Ah, things ain't what they used to be, no, no Oh, mercy, mercy me Ah, things ain't what they used to be Whoa, ah, mercy, mercy me Where did all the blue skies go? Poison is the wind that blows From the north and south and east Whoa, mercy, mercy me

Ah, ah, you You've got me fe E, whoa, yes Higher, higher You've got me feeling emotions Ay, higher, oh Don't link me Don't hit me when you hear this and tell me your favorite song

Whoa nobody loves me, nobody seems to care Everyday, everyday I have the blues When you see me worryin' baby, yeah it's you I hate to lose Ooh everyday, everyday I have the blues Well worries and trouble darling, Babe you know I've had my share Everyday,

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

Oh whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah Until the end of time This one's for the lovers If you're out there, let me hear you say Let me set the mood right In this life 'Cause I'm gonna make you feel alright I'm gonna set the mood right Because if your love was all I

Whoa oh, we're so miserable and stunning Whoa oh, love songs for the genuinely cunning Whoa oh, love songs for the genuinely cunning, whoa-oh We take sour sips from life's lush lips And we shake, shake, shake the hips in relationships Stomp out this

The Jean Genie loves chimney stacks He's outrageous, he screams and he bawls (Jean Genie) Jean Genie, let yourself go, whoah The Jean Genie lives on his back Poor little Greenie, ooh-ooh A small Jean Genie snuck off to the city Strung out on lasers and