Their eyes are all around me, now they see me, now they don't Their eyes are all around me, now shes lookin' at a ghost Maybe its cold blood! Cold blood! C-c-c-cold blood Sweet, sweet heaven it feels like defeat, yeah The cold, cold blood it covers my

Big ship sailing on the ocean We don't need no commotion Say when I'm ready you must hold on steady We're moving off at lightening speed, yeah Take a seat and wait 'till I'm ready The wind is blowing and the fishes keep movin' What are you doing mister

She put the her in hurt She put the why in try She put the S.O.B. In sober She put the hang in hangover (hangover) She put the ex in sex She put the low in blow Yeah she’s got a way Yeah she's got a way with words (oh oh oh oh) She put a big F.U. In my

She's as pretty as a picture Every bit as funny as she is smart Got a smile that'll hold you together And a touch that'll tear you apart When she's yours she brings the sunshine When she's gone the world goes dark Yeah she's heaven on the eyes But boy

California, rest in peace Simultaneous release California, show your teeth She's my priestess I'm your priest Yeah, yeah, yeah Getting born in the state of Mississippi Her papa was a copper, and her mama was a hippy In Alabama she will swing a hammer

You should be dancing, yeah What you doin' on your back, aah What you doin' on your back, aah? Dancing, yeah My baby moves at midnight My woman takes me higher My woman keeps me warm Goes right on till the dawn She's juicy and she's trouble

'Cause she's good enough, good enough to Good, good, good, good enough Yeah, yeah wow Dig it, wow U.S. prime, grade A stamped, guaranteed Grease it up and turn on the heat

Oh boys do y'all see that blonde in the back standing near the bachelorette? Yeah well I've been coming here for the last couple years; shes about as hot as it gets Well shes acting kinda shy but just give her a while, everything's about to change No I

Yeah, they’ll tell you now, you’re the lucky one And they’ll tell you now, you’re the lucky one Let me tell you now, you’re the lucky one New to town with a made up name in the Angel city, chasing fortune and fame And the camera flashes, make it look

I won't let go, I won't let go I won't be alright Even if the sun crashes into us And I can be your light Stay with me tonight Oh, oh, yeah yeah yeah You got in so late It's Sunday morning