We in the zone now, don't stop, oh oh You can keep your hands on me Touch me right there, rock my body I can't keep my hands off you Your body is my party I'm doing this little dance for you You got me so excited Now it's just me and you Your body's my

No more! (Sad songs) I'm beggin', please, don't play No more sad songs For tonight, I'm going to get my mind off it Don't care that someone's got his hands all over my body Stay out all night, go where the music's loud So I don't have to think about it,

Somewhere in America Hey girl, help me if you can I'm coming to you with my heart in my hand Give me love, I'm starved for affection All I need is just a little direction somewhere cross the sea she waits for me

If I don't go crazy I don't want you to cry no more I didn't have but one say stay You see a little girl they call Louise McGhee Please do me a favor and shake her little hand for me I said if you see a little girl her name, Louise McGhee

Girl I caught you in your little white lie Red handed, red handed You said you had to work tonight But here you are dancing In this honky talk with someone else And all you got to say for yourself

It's easy to remember But so hard to forget So I must dream To have your hand caress me Fingers, press me tight I'd rather dream Than have that lonely feeling Stealing through the night Each little moment

Girl I caught you in your little white lie Red handed, red handed You said you had to work tonight But here you are dancing In this honky talk with someone else And all you got to say for yourself

No more (sad songs) I'm beggin', please, don't play No more sad songs For tonight, I'm going to get my mind off it Don't care that someone's got his hands all over my body Stay out all night, go where the music is loud So I don't have to think about it

'Cause I needed you Probably as bad as I need another hole in the head Car keys in your hand I believe that you would leave me for dead Tongue tied from all the little things And they're the reason that I scream I needed you I believe you would leave I'm

She's the last of the American girls She puts her makeup on Like graffiti on the walls of the heartland She's got her little book of conspiracies Right in her hand She will come in first For the end of western civilization She's a natural disaster She is