At the Conway Motor Inn It was a Friday night, late fall After a high school football game Yeah they made love for the first time, I've been here forever, 1959 My name is on the front door, they call me 205 They snuck away, in a beat up Chevrolet Till

Supper's almost done Go ahead and call your friends 'Cause we got room for everyone Let's make some memories, 'round this 9 foot pine At the family table It's just an old piece of wood On top of four legs It's got a few coffee stains, and a thousand

Inside my/your mind In sleep he sang to me In dreams he came That voice which calls to me And speaks my name And do I dream again? For now I find The phantom of the opera is there, Inside my mind

Wake, wake, wakin' me up Weight, weight, puttin' me down Uh, let's start off with something light You bringin' the candle light That I put inside sometime Tell me what you say 'cause you know I got it baby I wanna call you, I wanna leave it up You feel

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

They want your number so they can call you Just to come over to cook for all you Thought she was thirsty and it was all true Only business she want is hopin' you let her fall through Blah, blah, blah, bitch Using bid'ness just to sit up on my dick How I

To tell you I'm sorry For everything that I've done But when I call you never Seem to be home For breaking your heart But it don't matter, it clearly Doesn't tear you apart anymore Oh, anymore I must've called a thousand times (thousand times)

Bird dog working hard, giving them blue lights away hey Drivin’ all night, drivin’ all night, drivin’ all night Just to hold you for a day Drivin’ all night, drivin’ all night Drivin’ like a bat outta hell Cheap motel’s calling my name No way I’m

I love ya mama, I love ya mama, I love ya mama No stress, no drama, her kids hatin, they know I fucked their mama Ok, I love me some of yo mama, (oh) true that (true that) Don't call me daddy, only she can do that Ok, me and yo mama be fuckin, boy you

No, I feel so broke up, I wanna go home My dad, my dad I feel so broke up, I wanna go home Oh my God, what's going on? This night got fuckin' weird Drove so fast my brain got buzzed And now I'm standin' here Met so many faces that Will probably forget me