Turn up the lights in here, baby Extra bright, I want y'all to see this Want you to see all of the lights Whoa, whoa, oh (All of the lights, all of the lights) You know what I need, want you to see everything We going all the way this time I tried to

Oh, it must be love I said whoa, I said whoa Let me hear you say yeah Something got a hold on me, yeah, yeah Believe I'd fly if only I could Sound so strange, sure it's good I said whoa Aha-ho, aha-hey, yeah

Just like the cigarettes hurt I guess I'm never gonna learn Just like the whiskey burns, whoa wohoa I am rock and roll, living a life we can only dream of They said that self destruction I stopped below and for along My only home is the bottom of the

I want it all, I want it all With eternal love, the stars above All there is and ever was A blade of grass, a grain of sand The moonlit sea, to hold your hand Baby, there's no better time No better time, baby, we can't find Oh-whoa-whoa, oh-whoa-whoa We

Barefoot, blue jean night (Whoa-oh) We were shinin' like lighters in the dark In the middle of a rock show (Whoa-oh) We were doin' it right (Whoa-oh) We were comin' alive (Whoa-oh) Never gonna grow up (Whoa-oh) Never gonna slow down (Whoa-oh) Yeah,

Whoa, whoa, whoa Whoa, whoa, whoa, I remember love on a rooftop We couldn't make our love stop We were giving all that we got I remember holding you so tight Ooh, when kissing lasted all night Love on a rooftop We never stop to see

She don't like the lights whoah woh oh She don't, she don't, She don't like the lights Don't wanna share with no one else, Want me to herself She don't like the flash, wanna keep us in the dark She don't like the fame, hated when we're miles apart And

(Whoa-a oh oh oh) Where we're gonna go I don't care what nobody says We're gonna have a baby She's buckled up on navy She don't care what her momma says No she gonna have my baby People call us renegades We like takin' on the town

(Chicka) No! Ladies in the club like Whoa! (Whoa) Turn a nigga down like Oh! (no!) We open up they mind like yo (yo) Cause, you can't touch me T-M-Royce 5

Whoa oh oh oh oh We get real low, we get real high It ain’t all good baby but it’s all right This is real life in the real world We ain’t talking to no models We got real girls Well I grew up in a real town Where the prom queen had a plastic crown