You don't find what you're looking for You're missing what you had before You change your mind, I'll be waiting here You just want to come home One day eventually Yeah, I know One day I'll have to let it all go

I want to love you (P-Y-T) Pretty young thing You need some lovin' (T-L-C) Tender lovin' care And I'll take you there Na na na na Where did you come from lady And ooh won't you take me there

Every lie you tell comes true (true) But I still wanna be with you (you) I blame it on you (yeah) Bad boy make a bad girl, bad boy make a bad girl I blame it on you, I blame it on you You, I blame it on you, I blame it on you Uh-huh, so good, but I know

By yourself, by yourself, by yourself Lasting like Duracell That less is always more You never come up short Never come up short Don't wanna see you by yourself, by yourself Two seat ride, couped in We just be mile high clubbin' I'm on a thousand miles

Kids are running around naked, fuckin? in the bushes. Ah, ah, ah ah I love it! Room for everybody here Yes, all are welcome! Yes indeed, I love them! Fun! Nice! Life! Youths! Beautiful! I'm all for it We put this festival on you bastards, with a lotta

Long for the stranger you know so well. Long for the sailor, beneath the skies Long for the white dove, no matter where she flies Pray for the soldier, who's wounded bad Pray for the dreamer, he's still so sad Pray for the stranger you know so well.

White Lightnin' White Lightning No promises, no guarantees When you come down here You're already on your knees You want to leave but you can't let go You want to stop but you can't say no You'll never laugh about it You just can't live without it

Because days come and go, but my feelings for you are forever One last kiss, before I go Dry your tears, it is time to let you go He'll never forgive her One last kiss In the brightest hour of my darkest day I realized what is wrong with me Can't get

Even if it's just for the day Aggressively, we all defend the role we play Regrettably, the time's come to send you on your way We've seen it all: from bonfires of trust to flash floods of pain It doesn't really matter; don't you worry, it will all work

Hey baby, I'm a country man Hey, I'm a country man A city boy can't do the things I can You need hands, rough not soft To come and warm you up up in that cold hayloft Let me hold you little darling in my big strong arms Can't get these kind of muscles