Ain't nobody Loves me better Makes me happy Makes me feel this way Loves me better than you And now we're flyin' through the stars I hope this night will last forever Oh oh oh oh Captured effortlessly

Just saying When you change your mind I'll be waiting You should leave him 'Cause it really makes me sick You don't need him I'll help you get over it 'Cause I'm better than him You got a boyfriend And he's a total loser

I know you better than you It's never more than I can take I wouldn't have it any other way Slip away in the night You find me holding my breath for you But you're not yourself 'Cause you will never slip away Come and suffer here You find me on my knees

Someday, baby You and I are gonna be the ones Good luck's gonna shine So hold on, we're headed for a better life Friday night and the moon is high I'm wide awake just watchin' you sleep And I promise you you're gonna have More than just the things that

Mary, Jane, Holland (whoh-who) I think that I could be fine If I could be Mary Jane Holland tonight I think we'd have a good time If you'd meet me and Mary Jane in Holland tonight 'Cause I love, love, 'cause I love, love You better than, you better than

The blues have wrapped their arms Oh how I wish it was you instead That I knew better than those around me But something changed along the way And you're the reason I'm wanting to stay I can't turn my back and leave you After all you've done for me

I'm going M.I.A. Tonight I'm leaving Going M.I.A. Yeah, you won't find me Getting lost in you again Is better than being numb Call and I'll answer At home in the lost and found You say that I'm much too proud

Better than he can I know I can treat you better Than he can And any girl like you deserves a gentleman Tell me why are we wasting time On all your wasted cryin' When you should be with me instead 'Cause I know I can treat you better I won't lie to you

On some rodeo man Best thing he ever did was leave ya You better pull yourself together Tina, I swear you're better Than just waiting around Don't talk about him, Tina You gotta get yourself up and dust them boots off Ain't no use in staying sad or

If I make sound, it better be loud If rock and roll's dead, you can kill me right now I'd rather be dead than bored out of my mind Till my voice is blowing out What if one day everything changed Will these words have any use to me I didn't make it here