And I guess that's why they call it the blues Time on my hands could be time spent with you Laughing like children, living like lovers Rolling like thunder under the covers Wait on me girl Cry in the night if it helps But more than ever I simply love you

You got a lot of lovers with star-crossed wrists They keep a candle burning on the corner you kissed. One day I might die, until then there's too much to do But I'll keep a bonfire for you. Let the other lovers talk about who carries the torch Let them

Need you tonight, lover don't fade away Why can't this night...go on forever Lost in twilight, the memories Precious moments, you and me We've been old friends, all through the years Picture postcards, sharing tears What's in our hearts, there's never

Before we go too far Bring your love on back to me Stop this insanity How did we ever lose our way? And try to say love is a losing game We were lovers And the best of friends Sometimes the lover lover Can be angry 'till the end

Lately baby where, where did we go wrong I used to synchronize it with your body Making it so tight never letting go Summertime always gives me the blues Thinking about the things we used to do Watching lovers in the park making love so free And now I

Break my arms around the one I love And be forgiven by the time my lover lover comes Break my arms around my love I'm here to take you now You were right about the end It didn't make a difference How they got to be this way You must have known I'd do this

We are undercover passion on the run Chasing love up against the sun We are strangers by day, lovers by night Knowing it's so wrong, but feeling so right Call up, ring once, hang up the phone To let me know you made it home Don't want nothing to be wrong

Come back lover lover, come back This is where you belong (Let's get together) 'Cause I am love Sprinkle myself around you Shower my warmth upon you I am love, la la la la The eyes of love will watch you

When there's no sign of a love in sight. With only one desire. To find some lasting comfort in the arms of a lovers fire. Driven by a desperate hunger. To the dark of the neon light. The heart is a lonely hunter. Oh, the heart is a lonely hunter. She

Billie Jean is not my lover lover She's just a girl who claims that I am the one But the kid is not my son She says I am the one, but the kid is not my son People always told me, "Be careful of what you do She was more like a beauty queen from a movie scene I