She's just so mmm She's got it all figured out She knows what everything's about And when anybody doubts her Such a fortunate fool She's just too good to be true She's such a fortunate fool Or sings songs without her She knows the world is just her stage

She may be the face I can't forget, A trace of pleasure or regret, May be my treasure or The price I have to pay. She may be the song that summer sings, May be the chill that autumn brings, May be a hundred different things Within the measure of a day.

Sunday, bloody Sunday (Sunday, bloody Sunday) How long must we sing this song? How long? How long 'cause tonight we can be as one (Yeah, let's go) Sunday, bloody Sunday (Sunday, bloody Sunday)

Sweet home Alabama Where the skies are so blue Lord, I'm coming home to you Big wheels keep on turning Carry me home to see my kin Singing songs about the south-land I miss 'ole' 'bamy once again And I think it's a sin Well I heard Mister Young sing

Just two of us One by one, one by one Show me what I'm waiting for It's 3AM, I'm back for more One by one, we're switching up positions One by one, girl, show me what I'm missing It's 3AM, I'm back for more, yeah I saw, I with it I took time, yeah, I

Life of the party So I guess I’ll be the life Everybody singing along to my songs Taking my shots, throwing them back Acting like you ain’t gone But I don’t want em to know I’m all alone And I ain’t got nobody I don’t want em to see I'm dying inside

That great symphonic theme, That's Stella by starlight, And not a dream, She's everything on this earth to me. The song a robin sings, Through years of endless springs, The murmur of a brook at evening tides. That ripples through a nook where two lovers

Will you sing us a song And we'll sing it back to you We could sing our own But what would it be without you I am finding out that maybe I was wrong That I've fallen down and I can't do this alone Stay with me This is what I need please I am nothing now

Can I be him? Can I be the one 'Cause a light came on when I heard that song and I want you to sing it again I swear that every word you sing, you wrote them for me Like it was a private show, but I know you never saw me When the lights come on and I'm

The radio, yeah 'Cause you're the girl on the radio The radio, everybody singing 'bout you tonight You're the song on the stereo, the stereo We got you turned up just right It's all rock and roll, and solid gold Flashing lights and rolling smoke Stuck in