said about playing this chord He ain't hitting the be flat right I'm a make a hit If it's the last thing I do And I done come home to you And you done put your cold feet on me Get warm your feet, woman Hanging around the studio For three days in a row

Fall into me More than anything So fall when you're ready baby Let our kiss count the moments and hearts set the pace And I'll be your love song and I'll love you right off your feet Girl when you fall into me A whisper away from changin' everything But

Our conversation was short and sweet It nearly swept me off my feet And I'm back in the rain, oh And you are on dry land You made it there somehow You're a big girl now Bird on the horizon, sittin' on a fence He's singin' his song for me at his own

(Holding on for your call) It's a different kind of danger 'Cause I'm gonna be free and I'm gonna be fine And the bells are ringing out And I'm calling for my mother As I pull the pillars down And my feet are spinning around Never knew I was a dancer

Keep on hoping Keep on hoping (keep on hoping) When it all feels broken I'm falling in this great divide Got to keep your hope alive Got to keep on hoping (keep on hoping) The earth, it splits, and my feet on both sides And all my faith is shaking, I I

Whoah, something bad Got a real good feeling something bad about to happen Got a real good feelin’ something bad about to happen Stand on the box, stomp your feet, start clapping Wake up in the morning’ don’t know what happened Drinks keep coming, throw

Keep the earth below my feet For all my sweat, my blood runs weak Let me learn from where I have been Keep my eyes to serve and my hands to learn Keep my eyes to serve, my hands to learn You were cold as the blood through your bones And the light which

We got a one way ticket Raise your hands in the air tonight Goodbye yesterday Well if life don’t go your way Put a little love back in your life Get your feet up, just kick it Sunshine and bright and it’s meant for us Life is like a ride on a party bus

Misery's best friend can't be a dead-end A bag full of regrets, and I'm coming clean Some feel it, especially the rejects A bad habit; don't forget it: you better Count your last blessings and fill up the wagon Chases its feet And now I'm running out of

Make my day Pump, pump the jam I don't want a place to stay Make my, make my, make, make my day Get your boody on the floor tonight Pump it up, yo pump it While your feet are stompin' And the jam is pumpin'