You've got more love to give, baby Ooh babe, ooh babe I will never dream of your love till you take me there You show me there's something more to us Than the same old thing, no usual affair Till you take me there, ooh babe You've got more love to give,

There's something in the air So dry your lily eyes don't be so cruel A little celebration Using all you know it's meant for fools This is a celebration Hang your weary head you seem defeated Like the little girl you've been with cheated And in the

I would, my friend, Fernando If I had to do the same again There was something in the air that night The stars were bright, Fernando They were shining there for you and me For liberty, Fernando Though we never thought that we could lose There's no regret

I believe in angels I'll cross the stream, I have a dream Something good in everything I see When I know the time is right for me I have a dream, a song to sing To help me cope with anything If you see the wonder of a fairy tale You can take the future

Still drives me crazy Girl you know you're beautiful I used to tell you all the time Something like a miracle And it feels like a little too much Maybe I don't say it enough But when you let your hair down it That I get to call you mine

There's something in the air There's something in the wine That something's got me feeling I ain't packing up and leaving this time But I'd rather be right here tonight, oh I'd rather be right here tonight Got rambling in my boots There's a lot of

Here I am, stuck in the middle with you Well, I don't know why I came here tonight I got the feeling something ain't right I'm so scared in case I fall off my chair Yeah clowns to the left of me, jokers to the right Stuck in the middle with you Well, you

Of course, of course, of course I won't cut my beard and I won't change my hair It grows like fancy flowers but it grows nowhere My hair, my hair If I could build my house just like the Trojan horse I'd put a statue of myself upon the shelf Oh, that ever

B-B-B-Bennie and the Jets She's got electric boots a mohair suit Oh but they're weird and they're wonderful You know I read it in a magazine, oh Hey kids, shake it loose together The spotlight's hitting something that's been known to change the weather

High of something, high of something If you got drugs in this motherfucker Let me see your hands in the air Narcotics in the club and the ladies love us So let's get high off something 'til your mothafucking brain don't function I'm in this mothafucker