It's fun to stay at the YMCA They have haveeverything for you men to enjoy You can do what about you feel You can hang out with all the boys Young man, there's no need to feel down I said, young man, pick yourself off the ground I said, young man, 'cause

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh It's been way too long Since I seen you, looked you in your eyes Riding 'round the town and staying out, don't wanna say goodbye Everything's so different now You're just what I'm missing now But I know that I can't have haveyou back, I

Put your hands up, (hey) put your hands up. (hey) Everything I have, everything I own, All my mistakes, fan, you already know. I wanna be free, (free) I wanna be free. (free) Everything I have, (have) everything I own, Everything I have, (have)

I would give anything I own Give up me life, my heart, my home I would give everything I own Just to have haveyou back again You sheltered me from harm Kept me warm, kept me warm You gave my life to me Set me free, set me free The finest years I ever knew

Squalor Victoria Raise our heavenly glasses to the heavens Underline everything I'm a professional in my beloved white shirt I'm going down among the saints Out of my league, I have havebirds in my sleeves And I wanna rush in with the fools 3:30 in the last

I can depend on myself Guys they always wonder about me (yeah, I hear ya "T") Cause everything I have haveis my own (I'm feelin' dis) There's no other way you can doubt me (and I'm listenin') Before I trust you I'll just be here alone Can I tell ya, can I

Is don't believe everything you think Baby, I might just have havea ring in my pocket right now Don't believe everything you think So settle on down girl, reel that wild imagination in, I know you're thinking that you've got me all figured out A music man

I believe things are going wrong, And the night goes on and on, All your dreams have haveflown away, And the sun won't shine today The lights go down, One day,I gotta get out of here, I gotta make everything clear I gotta see you.

Every little thing With you and me have haveto be so political? Everything, every little thing Why did everything, every little thing I was tired of being put right down By myself for not being what you Thought you had found Pulled hard in two directions by

You must not know 'bout me To the left, to the left Matter fact he'll be here in a minute, baby I can have haveanother you by tomorrow I can have haveanother you in a minute Everything you own in the box to the left Standing in the front yard telling me How I'll