I get down, I get down, I get down Her light is as loud as as many ambulances As it takes to save a savior (whoa whoa whoa) She floats through the room on a big balloon Some say, "She's such a fake" That her love is made up No, no, no, no Let's have

Whoa nobody loves me, nobody seems to care Everyday, everyday I have the blues When you see me worryin' baby, yeah it's you I hate to lose I'm gonna pack my suitcase, move on down the line Ooh everyday, everyday I have the blues Well worries and trouble

Oh oh oh oh it's international love You put it down like New York City I never sleep wild like Los Angeles My fantasy hotter than Miami I feel the heat You're international, so international Whoa whoa oh whoa whoa oh, international love You can't catch

It had to be you. It had to be you It had to be you. I've wandered around, Finally found somebody who, Could make me be true. Whoa whoa whoa could make me be blue. And, even be glad just to be sad thinkin' of you Some others I've seen, might never be

(Just to love) was my great sin, whoa Why must I cry These tears from mine eyes These tears from mine eyes Making believe you love me only Why must I carry 'Cause only my heart feels the pain Feels the pain Why must I trod

In the basement, whoa down in the basement Oh, now tell me where can you party, child, all night long? In the basement, down in the basement, yeah. Oh where can you go when your money gets low? And if a storm is taking place, you can jam and still be

Whoa, whoa, whoa, who knows Forty days, forty nights What the thunder and lightning will bring Maybe the storm will cover my dreams Maybe the sun will shine no more Which way the wind is blowing And when we look back on these things We won't cry no more

This is life in color The sun bursts, clouds break Whoa oh oh oh And the darkest grays Well this is life in motion (motion) Well this is life in color (color) Today feels like no other (other) And just when I could run this race no more The sun bursts,

Be careful who you tell. Whoa! (Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!) Waiting on a bloodline It's water under the bridge 'Cause you gotta look her in the eye, And you gotta love your way of life. 'Cause you got a guilty filthy soul Don't you know it's out of your control?

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