I'm guilty of, guilty of the crime Of lovin' you, baby Guilty of, guilty of the crime Take a look at me, baby It's a new love story You be the judge and the jury I'm guilty of the crime You're the only one who's ever heard my song I might be lonely now,

Whoomp there it is! Shakka-lakka-lakka boom Whoomp (sheya) Boom sheya (shakka lakka lakka boom) Boom sheya ( shakka lakka lakka boom) Boom shik boom shik

All night anthem Ain't never gonna leave your head Ain't nobody goin' to bed 'Til the drinks go down And the sun comes up The rhythm's gonna hold you for ransom It's an all night anthem This ain't about who's got money And ain't about what kind of car

Lovin' me with your whole heart And two Mississippi, we scream Three Mississippi, you're gone Sayin' that you're done, you don't want it no more Like nothin' ever happened at all One Mississippi, you're here To watch each other fall apart And four

You got a lot of lovers with star-crossed wrists They keep a candle burning on the corner you kissed. One day I might die, until then there's too much to do But I'll keep a bonfire for you. Let the other lovers talk about who carries the torch Let them

Johnny Cash The windows cracked on the Chevrolet My cigarettes in the ash tray The engines off and the radio's, down So nervous my whole body shakes The parking lot's full of people and They ready to see the preacher man Time to open up for the main act

(Yeah, I'm free, yeah, I'm free, yeah) But, whoa, at least I am free, oh, oh, I am free See, whoa, c’est la vie Maybe something’s wrong with me I don’t do yoga, never tried Pilates Not many people want me at their parties Tryna find my place, some place,

We don't say goodbye. But you are my only. So this is who I am, And this is all I know. And I must choose to live, For all that I can give, The spark that makes the power grow. And I will stand for my dream if I can, Symbol of my faith in who I am,

Welcome to a new kind of tension All across the alienation Where everything isn't meant to be okay Television dreams of tomorrow We're not the ones who're meant to follow For that's enough to argue Don't wanna be an American idiot Don't want a nation

The stowaways of civil war When living through a civil war "God bless our little civil war" Progress rides with thieves and whores I don't know you to wear a hat But I came home late and there it sat You rose to show what hats are for Christmas mornings