Just a hunk, a hunk of burning love With burning love I feel my temperature rising Like the sweet song of a choir You light my morning sky 'Cause your kisses lift me higher Lord Almighty, Higher higher It's burning through to my soul

Taken away to the dark side I wanna be your left hand man I love you when you're singing that song and I got a lump in my throat because You're gonna sing the words wrong Lady, running down to the riptide Oh, and they come unstuck Oh lady, running down

I'll never do it ''cause you treat me wrong You'll never do it, come and sing my song Living in another way, Don't you see that Living in another way I want to touch your body To live it up just another day Don't stop put it down) To live it up every

Sing a song sweet music man 'cause I won't be there To hold your hand like I used to, I'm through with you You're a heck of a singer and powerful man but you surround yourself With people who demand so little of you You touched my soul with your

And this is my favorite song Now sing along, when the DJ throws it on And if I leave here tonight and I fall asleep And wake up, hopefully she got some teeth (uh huh) There's a lot of bitches up in here tonight boy I'm about to get drunk Let's hold down

La-la-ly, la-la-ly, la-la-ly-ly I'm slaying like the queen of swords I can be like a raging storm (La-la-ly, la-la-ly, la-la-ly-ly) Don't go asking me for apologies I'll sing 'till you hear my song This time you better believe that there's No way I'm

You give me hope To carry on You light up my days And fill my nights with song You light up my life So many nights I sit by my window Waiting for someone to sing me his song So many dreams I kept deep inside me

And murder the dawn I plunged into misery I'll turn off the light Turn off the light Pain inside is rising I am the fallen one A figure in an old game No Joker's on my side No one can heal me

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.

I can't sing no song of hope As my guitar lies bleeding in my arms I can't write a love song the way I feel today I've got nothing to say Misery likes company I like the way that sounds I've been trying to find the meaning So I can write it down Staring