And we're just getting started tonight We ain't even turned up the radio Ain't been two miles down the road The way you look at me baby I don't know If we even gonna make it to the party Yeah we gotta whole lot of moon light left Already having the time

(I love myself) When you lookin' at me, ahh, tell me what do you see? I put a bullet in the back of the back of the head of the bully Illuminated by the hand of God, boy don't seem shy I went to war last night I done been through a whole lot Trial,

Sometimes good intentions It’s all talk, talk, talk Talkin' in the wind It only slows you down If you start listenin' And it’s a whole lot harder to shine Don’t come across so well

Simply beautiful Simply beautiful simply beautiful simply Simply Beautiful If I gave you my love, I tell you what I'd do I'd expect a whole lotta love outta you You gotta be good to me I'm gonna be good to you There's a whole lotta things you and I

I just want a little bit of everything na na na na, Na na na na I just wanna sing a little chill song Pour something strong down in my drink Oh, I know that I don’t need a whole lot of anything I don’t need too much of nothing Get my groove on I wish I

Simply beautiful, simply beautiful, simply If I gave you my love, I tell you what I'd do I'd expect a whole lot of love out of you You gotta be good to me I'm gonna be good to you There's a whole lot of things you and I

But you'll think of me Take your memories I don't need 'em And take your cap and leave my sweater In fact I'll feel a whole lot better 'Cause we have nothing left to weather Take your records, take your freedom Take your space and take your reasons So

Want to whole lotta love Ah-keep it cooling baby I'm gonna give you my love A-way, way down inside Whole lotta love I'm gonna give ya my love My, my, my, my Hey, oh, hey, oh A-keep it cooling baby

I let it work, non-stop Wait, I see a whole lot of frontin' A whole bunch of talkin', doin' a whole bunch of nothin' Get 'em, trance, oh Get 'em, I let it work, non-stop Everybody talkin' 'bout they want this money But when you get that money, everybody

But you'll think of me Take your memories I don't need 'em And take your cap and leave my sweater In fact I'll feel a whole lot better 'Cause we have nothing left to weather Take your records, take your freedom Take your space and take your reasons So