You say our love Is like dynamite Well you're killing me Why don't you just set me free Too young to fall in love Run for the hills We're both sinners and saints Not a woman but a whore I can just taste the hate

Just let love in 'Cause you're afraid of being hurt We don't have to be alone I, I, I, I, I, I, just let love in You could tell me everything And then we could forget it Baby, you could show me all your demons You could be a battle

I just want to get closer than close to you. I know that one way or the other Any test of my faith will do. And lovers fall for lovers' friends. We make each other cry, Living in each others lives And trying to make the fantasy come true. She'll read

Yeah, she's closer to the bottom but she's headed for the top. She's got a dream to be a star dressed in black like Johnny Cash, She likes to play, she loves to rock! With a pink guitar. She saw it in the window, just a callin' out her name. She mowed

If we gave it just one more try Maybe we could stop this goodbye I know through all this pain Baby just breathe in, breathe out Before you turn around, just slow down Think of all the love we've made Somehow somewhere love remains So baby just breathe

I want to be there when you wake up, be more than just your friend Baby there's no mistaking you're the love I wanna be in! I've always been there every time he let you down I caught your falling tears before they hit the ground But I just heard somebody

Oh there ain't no diamonds in the boredom So be clear, be clear Oh there ain't no way to say I love you more Oh there ain't no darkness that I fear So be clear, just to be clear All I am is the bones you made for me so garishly clean White as the horses,

Hoo-ee baby hoo-ee Had no lovin' since you know when You know I love you, yes I do And I'm savin' all my lovin' just for you Need your lovin' and I need it bad Baby won't you give your love to me Eeny meeny miney mo Yes it means I'm in love again Just

Does it diminish your Super-capacity to love Walk like a matador, Don't be chicken-shit And turn breezes into rivulets Flamenco-sweep the air And weave the sun And stamp your feet for everyone Does it exhibit your

Let's hear it for America's suitehearts But I must confess I'm in love with my own sins But I don't know much about classic cars Media blitz You could have knocked me out with a I know you've heard this all before, but were just Hell's (Neighbors)