And music is my aeroplane It's my aeroplane I like pleasure spiked with pain Songbird sweet and sour Jane Pleasure spiked with pain Just one note That mother fucker always spiked with pain I'm overcoming gravity Looking in my own eyes "hello"

This song's for you There's a million pretty girls all over Come on, eh, eh, eh What I gotta do to get you into my life? I could be your bad boy or baby I could be nice I would give you all the stars If you give me the night Been all around the world And

Can I be your plus one? I could take you undercover, on the run, baby The night is young Ooh, baby, would you play my song? Ooh, baby, ever feel you're naughty for the fun baby? Now can I be your plus (plus, plus), be your plus one? I could be your plus

Can I be your plus one? I could take you undercover, on the run, baby The night is young Ooh, baby, would you play my song? Ooh, baby, ever feel you're naughty for the fun baby? Now can I be your plus (plus, plus), be your plus one? I could be your plus

I'll sing my song to the wide open spaces I'll sing my heart out to the infinite sea I'll sing my visions to the sky high mountains I'll sing my song to the free, to the free The song is over It's all behind me Our love is over They're all ahead now I

When you're losing the game 'Cause you're gonna make mistakes It's always worth to sacrifice Even when you think you're wrong Na na na na na na na What you gonna do when the show is over What you gonna sing when the song ends

No more! (Sad songs) I'm beggin', please, don't play No more sad songs For tonight, I'm going to get my mind off it Don't care that someone's got his hands all over my body Stay out all night, go where the music's loud So I don't have to think about it,

At last my love has come along My lonely days are over and life is like a song, oh yeah At last the skies above are blue My heart was wrapped up clover the night I looked at you I found a dream that I could speak to A dream that I can call my own I found

Now who will pray for Babylon Sing a song to Babylon On your knees before Babylon Beat that drum because Babylon is falling When a voice came thundering from above The Earth was spinning all vacant and waste And there was silence over the ocean The first

You can't cover it up It's so fitting, so fitting of the way you are Can't cover it up Someone old So douse yourself in cheap perfume Feeling borrowed Always blue Douse yourself in cheap perfume