Doo doo doo doo do I must be in heaven How'd you get to shine so bright, girl I must be in heaven 'cause I'm looking at an angel My angel, how'd you get to be so fine How'd you get to look like that Heaven don't you call her back, yeah Halo halo, I'm not

(She's got the look) She's got the look (Wanna know better) (She's driving me wild) And you know damn well That girl's my baby She's so fine The girl will be mine She got the breaks

Choose the highest bidder was my answer Schoolyard, junior high star Climb the wall to make the sun rise in time But the night had already begun The recess boys tried to buy the better girls Soft rock star when they told me I was up for sale Now here I

Show me something Girl, my shit one hunnid You won't be disappointed Can I come change that outcome? Come on, let's get started, started, solid, solid, solid, solid Don't make no assumptions 'Cause I'm gon' keep it solid, solid, solid, solid, solid,

(Got to be there) got to be there, got to be there Got to be there, got to be there (got to be there) In the morning And show her that she's my girl I need her sharing the world beside me When she says hello to the world Bring her good times Oh, what a

I fought the law and the law won I fought the law and the I left my baby and it feels so bad Guess my race is run She's the best girl that I ever had Breakin' rocks in the hot sun I needed money 'cause I had none Robbin' people with a six-gun I lost my

The sky's the limit Girl you take me higher Girl you take me Then I've ever been before My feet don't touch the floor We'll flyyyyyyyyyyyyyy Up up up uuuup up up uuuup up Girl you take me up

Maybe I should have noticed You were my girl You were just half in love That I'm not the only one Somebody saw you with him Somebody told me that you Got another lover you've been giving it to Can't believe I believed you

Girl you make my speakers go boom boom You're lookin' so good in what's left of those blue jeans The best buzz I'm ever gonna find And high on summertime That kinda thing makes a man go mm mm Drip of honey on the money make it gotta be Hey I'm a little

Billie Jean is not my lover She's just a girl who claims that I am the one But the kid is not my son She says I am the one, but the kid is not my son Who will dance on the floor in the round People always told me be careful of what you do And don't go