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

Na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na And the games people play Talkin' about you and me, yeah Oh, the games people play now Every night and every day now Never meanin' what they say, yeah Oh, talkin' about you and me, yeah Whoa-oh, oh Whoa-oh, oh, oh

(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,

(La, la-la-la, la, la, la) I go a swingin' school Whoa-whoa-whoa (Ah, Bobby, ah) (We're glad you go to a swingin' school) (Whoa-oh, whoa-oh) Chicks (ah)

You know you shook me, you shook me all night long Whoa you shook me, pretty mama, you shook me all night long Oh you just kept on shakin' me baby, oh you done messed up my happy home What's gonna happen to my poor wife and child You know you move me

Better than that (Oh, whoa, oh) I need more heat from ya, baby Make me feel weak for ya, babe Come turn this around No, no, don't let us down And I feel alive Like my heart's in the wild You know I love you

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

Time isn't working my side Oh oh oh whoa oh Oh oh oh oh oh We're getting all for our time, time, time We may not be hopeless But we're still helpless in the end Just remember you're floating Remember the love that we were in

Just like driving on an open highway Never knowing what we're gonna find Just like two kids, baby, always trying to live it up What we got is Whoa, yeah, that's our kind of love That's right, oh that's right Oh, that's our kind of love You wear your

Ah, things ain't what they used to be, no, no Oh, mercy, mercy me Ah, things ain't what they used to be Whoa, ah, mercy, mercy me Where did all the blue skies go? Poison is the wind that blows From the north and south and east Whoa, mercy, mercy me