Where's that space of fear you hide? Have you gone way beyond the center Out there in space I know you need to get even Tell me the one about the hand that holds you down Because the bruise on your face, it always seems to stay around And tell me the one

What my heart needs is a woman's touch A tender hand to fix it up Its rough and ragged edges sure could use some love Lately I've been lookin' through the windows of my soul And I can see there's not much left to hold Just an empty space surrounded by

Take these broken wings (Until the end of time) So I can fly away, till the end of time Until the end of time I need your hands to come and heal me once again You gotta learn to fly and learn to live so free Perhaps I was addicted to the dark side

Another vice Another bed I shouldn't crawl out of At seven a.m. with shoes in my hand Said I wouldn't do it, but I did it again Mmm, another vice Steady as a needle dropping on a vinyl Neon singer with a jukebox title full of heartbreak Thirty-three,

Tell me if I'm right To help you fall asleep tonight Tell me if you need a loving hand Tell me if I know Tell me if I do Tell me how to fall in love the way you want me to Tell me if I'm wrong Or you could stay with me for now She's like cold coffee in

I put my own rock on my hand (woo) Fanning myself, I'm stanning myself I don't need a man I love me so much I put my hands on myself If I'm loving you, it's 'cause I can ('cause I can) I put my own rock on my hand If I'm loving you, it's 'cause I can I

Just call me angel of the morning, (angel) Just touch my cheek before you leave me, baby Then slowly turn away There'll be no strings to bind your hands Not if my love can't bind your heart And there's no need to take a stand For it was I who chose to

Take these broken wings (Until the end of time) So I can fly away, till the end of time Until the end of time I need your hands to come and heal me once again You gotta learn to fly and learn to live so free Perhaps I was addicted to the dark side

She screams with those eyes I have lived in a junkyard Where the weeds eat up the rain If you get anything there even out of place You know there's hell to pay And he said "you're as sick as you are lovely And in need of a hand" He tells me "you are

Girls, girls, girls Friday night and I need a fight My motorcycle and a switchblade knife Handful of grease in my hair feels right But what I need to make me tight is Long legs and burgundy lips Dancin' down on Sunset Strip Red lips, fingertips Trick or