Ridin’ down the highway Who wants to be the DJ I’ll find a spot on the side of the road You find something on the radio A real, real good song We'll know it when it comes on We had no money and no place to go All we needed was a radio Seventeen, the only

But when I finally found the words to say I wanted to run away Simply run away You can try to run and hide It won't make a difference You can lie to yourself Of the reason Sure it hurts wen it comes to you're attention There's something bout this girl

I believe we could chug all night I believe we could hug all night The band is loose and the groove is right You scare me a bit But that's all right You know when I want you Most every night And I've been meaning to tell

Wish I could put a spell on you, Wish I could make you feel like I do, Wouldn't that be sweet so magical, Wish I could blink and wave a wand, Get everything that I ever wanted, And put a spell on you, And make it all come true, This isn't the end of us

Baby it's yours If you want it tonight I'll give you the red light special All through the night Just come through my door Take off my clothes And turn on the red light Take a good look at it

The heart wants what it wants (What the heart wants) The bed's getting cold and you're not here The future that we hold is so unclear But I'm not alive until you call And I'll bet the odds against it all Save your advice 'cause I won't hear You might be

When your mind's made up And you call, call There's no point trying to change it So, if you want something Then'll come running To fight, and I'll be at your door When there's something worth running for There's no point trying to stop it You see, you're

And I want you We can bring it on the floor You’ve never danced like this before We don’t talk about it Dancin' on do the boogie all night long Stoned in paradise, shouldn’t talk about it I want you by my side So that I never feel alone again Shouldn’t

Ridin’ down the highway Who wants to be the DJ I’ll find a spot on the side of the road You find something on the radio A real, real good song We'll know it when it comes on We had no money and no place to go All we needed was a radio Seventeen, the only

I am so freakin' bored Nothing to do today I guess I'll sit around and medicate (medicate) Why oh why can't you just fix me? When all I want's to feel numb But the medication's all done Why oh why does God hate me? I guess I'll sit around and medicate