Don't know what it is that I gotta do But something that do I'd get another drink if I wanted to I would get another girl But I can't get, I can't get, I can't get you I can't get, I can't get, I can't get you I get bored, I get drunk I get drunk, I get

Hard times are here And everywhere you go Times are harder than They ever been before You know, people are driftin' From door to door But they can't find no heaven I don't care where they go

Jack in my coke’s got me dizzy dizzy Radio rockin' with maybe Freddy daddy Oh oh it’s the Saturday night She shake it so sweet you got me on a sugar high And I don’t know if it’s you or the whiskey That’s got me feeling all tipsy tipsy I can feel myself

In case you didn't know That I could live this life without you Even though I don't tell you all the time You had my heart a long, long time ago I can't count the times I almost said what's on my mind Just the other day I wrote down all the things I'd say

Diana, let me be the one to Light a fire inside those eyes You've been lonely, you don't even know me But I can feel you crying Lift your heart up and save your life I don't think you even realize Baby you'll be saving mine (Oh ah oh) Diana (Oh ah oh oh

In case you didn't know That I could live this life without you Even though I don't tell you all the time You had my heart a long, long time ago I can't count the times I almost said what's on my mind Just the other day I wrote down all the things I'd say

So kiss me kiss me kiss me Here's to teenage memories And tell me that I'll see you again 'Cause I don't know if I can let you go I'm dying just to see you again Here's to teenage memories (Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh) Never say goodbye Let's make tonight the

Jack in my coke’s got me dizzy dizzy Radio rockin' with maybe Freddy daddy Oh oh it’s the Saturday night She shake it so sweet you got me on a sugar high And I don’t know if it’s you or the whiskey That’s got me feeling all tipsy tipsy I can feel myself

Is this how Marilyn Monroe felt? (felt felt felt) Must be how Marilyn Monroe felt (felt felt felt) Call it a curse Or just call me blessed If you can’t handle my worst You ain’t getting my best I can get low I can get low Don’t know which way is up Yeah

And I don't know what to feel Birds will sing if we fall Midnight dust on the floor Watch it turn into gold And I don't even know what's real I'm the truth in disguise, I'm in love with your lies 'Cause I can't breath, can't settle down No I don't know