Oh it's a shame It's a shame And now you release what you're feeling But how is this supposed to ever be the same Well you got the best of me You know it's a shame, oh Oh I tried to get to you Pushed in the end to break me through

I'm in love, Got the feeling called the "blue hoo's," since my sweetie said "Good Bye" Seems I don't know what to "Do Hoo" All day long I sit and cry That last long day we spent alone I'm yearning for it yet She thrilled me, filled me, with a kind of

Who's gonna love you better? And I know you do, I do it too Who's gonna be me now? Can she live with your flaws Why do you think we think we know what would happen? Felt it a hundred times We got the perfect eyes, eh eh What if she asked would you tell

Be cautious where you play It’s darkness in the A Be cautious where you play, there's darkness in the A Got the past whispering in my ear He flaw, she flaw, what’s wrong? I got troubles, and they won’t leave me alone That’s alright I know that but being

It might be cold out But you just hold out The sun is gonna shine your way I know it's true I'm living proof The road is hand and long If I could find a way I'd take your place But, you just gotta live on Oh, live on

Called and got no answer Wrote this fuckin' anthem, alert you like it's amber (like amber) But she say I'm canceled Did you not, not tell me not to say another lie (lie to me) Not to play with you and I, I Know somebody like you is hard to find Put a

Bennie and the Jets Say, Candy and Ronnie, have you seen them yet Oh, Bennie, she’s really keen She’s got electric boots, a mohair suit Hey kid, shake it loose together The spotlight’s hitting something That’s been known to change the weather We’ll kill

I think that she knows Those flashing lights come from everywhere She's got me love stoned The way they hit her I have to stop and stare Man, I swear she's bad, and she knows The way they hit her I just stop and stare I think that she knows, think that

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

I don't wanna do it if it's not the real thing She don't wanna do it if you ain't got the bill paid Yeah, the real thing All my boss bitches know I got the bill Bad bitches and they want the real thing All my boss bitches know I got the bill, paid Fell