Dream awhile, scheme awhile, you're sure to find Oh, I can't give you anything but love I can't give you anything but love, baby That's the only thing I've plenty of, baby Happiness and I guess, all those things you've always pined for Gee I'd like to

I've been baptized By the fire in your touch And the flame in your eyes I'm born to love again I'm a brand new man Well the whole town's talking 'Bout the line I'm walking That leads right to your door

My, my, my, my, my, my, my Galway girl But she fell in love with an English man Kissed her on the neck and then I took her by the hand She played the fiddle in an Irish band Said, "Baby, I just wanna dance" You know, she played the fiddle in an Irish

You got me runnin', you got me runnin' Oh no no never thought I'd feel so low But I ain't gonna hide And yesterday everything seemed okay Yeah you better run and hide away Oh you better hide Let me through don't spoil my view I gotta get away, away from

Lay your hands on me, lay your hands on me, lay your hands on me If you want me to lay my hands on you All you gotta do is Lay your hands on me They say that to really free your body You've got to free your mind (Hey, hey, hey)

Do it for the fam, we gon' die for this shit It's some real ties when we pull up with the clique Money comin' in, people knowin' that we lit It ain't no surprise, they gon' love you when you rich It ain't no surprise, they all love you when you rich Yeah

I just wanna know oh, oh, oh, oh Don’t you see me When did you get so cold oh, oh, oh What happened to your soul oh oh oh I thought that we were close Guess you don’t need me Yeah, yeah, only time you ever call me is when you feelin’ like don't nobody

Pretty woman What's the matter with you Can't make you love me, no matter what I do Oh pretty woman she's the rising sun Says all your cheap paint and powder ain't gonna help you none She's a pretty woman right down to the bone So you just might as well

It's getting old The bad news Why turn on my TV When it's only tragedy Why turn on my radio When the headlines hurt you know We are all immigrants Sorry for the bad news It's always an issue

Take the Heartland Take the Heartland with a sense of revenge Take the Heartland and make it look easy Should I kill you with my sword, yeah? Or should I kill you with this word? I’m gonna hide my heart behind the peacock’s fan And keep my friends real