So don't turn off the lights I don't want to be in the dark tonight 'Cause I can't read your mind I need to know if what I'm doing is right I don't have to tell you What this is all about 'Cause baby half the fun Is in us figuring it up all out So why

Put a little tickle on the Jones' head Turn off the lights and go to bed I'll be down, when you're gone Call me back on the telephone Lil ole, lil ole, lil ole name and a title I gets all the way down If I don't keep smilin' witchall You gonna see me

Turn the lights off When your lips touch mine I'm born again If I never get to heaven, hell I've already been Lead me to salvation, girl I'm down on my knees Slide your jeans off And put your hands on me From the crazy batch that made me Put your hands

Laid back swervin' like I'm George Jones An ice cold beer sittin' in the console Memory lane up in the headlights Has got me reminiscing on the good times I'm turning off the real life, driving, that's right Smoke rollin' out the window Yeah I'm chilling

Say it ain't so, I will not go Turn the lights off, carry me home Na, na, na, na Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na Keep your head still, I'll be your thrill The night will go on All the small things True care truth brings I'll take one lift

Why don't we turn off the phones, get somewhere alone? I'll trace that smile on your face, 'til the stars fade away Baby, cut off the lights, let our hands talk tonight There's things that need to be said, we can't say it in a text Got good love to be

All night, all night Make it a joy ride And I'll ride and I'll die I'll be cruise-controlling I'll take a test drive with you And I'll take a test drive with you All night, all night (I'll ride and I'll die) Turn off the lights Revving it up

Promise that you will sing about me Dying of thirst And its my turn to settle down My main concern When the lights shut off Dye your thirst How many sins? I'm running out You dying of thirst

Lights please Turn off the lights, For now everything just seems so right, And how you make the darkness seem so bright, I'm feeling like things gon' be alright Yeah, I had this little bad thing something like them tens She gave a nigga mad brain,

I got too many hoes I can't fuck 'em all Don't know how to play but I ball Stacking that money up make it tall Ooh, the ice on my neck got me frost Mama ain't made no hoe, she made a boss My diamonds they shine when the lights turned off Rocking designer