That's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa And that's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa I drowned out all my sense with the sound of its beating No sir, well I don't wanna be the blame, not anymore It's your turn, to take a seat

Rolling, turning, diving, going in again Run, live to fly, fly to live, do or die There goes the siren that warns of the air raid Then comes the sound of the guns sending flak Out for the scramble we've got to get airborne Got to get up for the coming

So D.J. spin the sounds There ain't no way that your gonna Groove all night Keep the boogie alright Get that sound Everybody just get on down Sit us down Gonna dance 'til we burn this disco out There's a steam beat

Go get 'em, go get 'em, go get 'em They say best go back to black Crack and Moroccan black, go back to that UK rap, we mashing that CAS and Giggs on a track, imagine that Them man's shit was sounding wack So man had to come pick up the slack Attract

Everything I'll ever need The fire that burns between you and me I don't know, whoa, whoa, what keeps me rollin' But I know, whoa, whoa what gets me through The sound of angels when I hear your voice I surrender, I don't have a choice I got rain but I

We were born, we were born to get wild I'm up in this bitch to get wild Turn up the sound And play it loud so that everyone who comes around 'Cause we getting crazy Burning down the town We burn it down so that everyone comes around

You want some me so bad Come get this body Say you looking for someone that'll last I know you looking for someone that'll last Don't be faking, faking, no Right Now Sound

I'm as helpless as a kitten up a tree And I feel like I'm clinging to a cloud I can't understand I get misty, holding your hand Walk my way And a thousand violins begin to play Or it might be the sound of your hello That music I hear

Panama, Panama Hot shoe, burnin' down the avenue Don't you know she's coming home with me? I'll get her! Jump back, what's that sound Here she comes, full blast and top down Model citizen zero discipline You'l lose her in the turn Ain't nothin' like it,

So what game shall we play today? How about the one where you don't get your way? And even if you do, that's o.k., Dinner at eight, that sounds fine, I suppose it means you'll turn up round nine, Bought a bunch of flowers just for her, She says the