All you young wild girls Yeah, you young wild girls You make a mess of me You'll be the death of me, the death of me No matter what you do I'll always come back to you, come back to you All these roads steer me wrong But I still drive them all night

Sunday morning, I forgot my prayer I should have been happy, I still be there Something could have come and taken me away But the mainman felt Sly should be here another day That's why I got to be thankful yeah, yeah I gotta be thoughtful Ah ha thankful,

I follow my heart And there in your arms And the best is yet to come Baby you're the one I run to The one I run to I've seen that darkness on the edge of town The sun come up and the rain fall down And I've been a fool, yeah I've been around

Glory days, glory days Glory days in the wink of a young girl's eye Glory days well they'll pass you by Well alright oo yeah Well alright come on now I had a friend was a big baseball player Back in high school He could throw that speed ball by you Make

We weren't born to follow Let me hear you say yeah, yeah, yeah, oh yeah Come on and get up off your knees When life is a bitter pill to swallow You gotta hold on to what you believe Believe that the sun will shine tomorrow And that your saints and

I'll do it (uh huh) Do you wanna come over? (Yeah) Whatever you want (Whatever you want) Whatever you need (Whatever you need) Do you wanna come over? Nobody should be alone if they don't have to be Nobody should be alone if they don’t have to be Should

Yeah yeah yeah do the Harlem shuffle Now come on baby Yeah yeah yeah to the Harlem shuffle Yeah yeah yeah shake a tail feather baby You move it to the left, yeah You go for yourself You move it to the right Yeah if it takes all night Now take it kinda

Lick it up, lick it up, ooh yeah Lick it up, lick it up, ooh yeah, come on, come on Lick it up, lick it up, ooh yeah it's only right now It ain't a crime to be good to yourself Lick it up, lick it up,ooh uh Don't want to wait 'til you know me better

Come together, yeah Come together, right now Here come old flat-top, he come grooving up slowly He got ju-ju eyeballs, he's one holy roller He got hair down to his knees Got to be a joker, he just do what he please He wear no shoeshine, he's got toe-jam

Baby, love me or don't Yeah you say that it's over And then you tell me come over It's like fire, and then it's like rain Yeah we're hot and we're colder You get me drunk and then sober Tell me it's on if you want it to be If you're moving on, then I