Staring at the ceiling Wishing she was somewhere else instead One of us is lonely One of us is only Waiting for a call One of us had to go One of us is crying One of us is lying In her lonely bed

Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition He pushed me 'round Now I'm drawin' the line He lived his life Now I'm gonna go live mine I'm sick of wastin' my time Well now I've been good for way too long Found my red dress and I'm gonna throw it on 'Bout to

All night anthem Ain't never gonna leave your head Ain't nobody goin' to bed 'Til the drinks go down And the sun comes up The rhythm's gonna hold you for ransom It's an all night anthem This ain't about who's got money And ain't about what kind of car

Dig, man, there goes Mack The Knife! Oh, the shark has pretty teeth, dear And it shows them pearly white Just a jackknife has MacHeath, dear And he keeps it out of sight When the shark bites with his teeth, dear Scarlet billows start to spread Fancy

This goes for all around the world (grrrrah) 'Til the world is gone This goes all around the world (grrrrah) So we carry on Thank God I got it All night with the bag Lord I need it, Lord I need it, Lord I need it So we carry on, git, git! Thank God,

Baby, I want you to cave me in I want it, I do (Girl, cave me in, I won't say it again, I want you) God bless those Northern lights And our own devices, babe Entropy multiplies 'Cause in the back of my mind In the back of my hemisphere So maybe I won't

You do the talkin' I'll do the driving, you get us going Play us a summer song that she knows and I'll find a spot, I'll pull it over You slow it down and I'll pull her closer I'll find the moon and you bring the backbeat You set the mood, we'll dance in

So won't you come So won't you come, baby So you better run Over the hills, salvation rests in the sun You're turnin' it, baby, rest in the sun I wanna tell you (Tell you) about the good news (Good news) Move fast like the bullet from the gun Flowers of

Get the genie out the bottle Yeah, you supermodel thick Damn, that ass bustin' out the bottom I'ma lose my mind in it, crazy that medulla oblongata Get to rubbin' on my lap Fuck it up, fuck it up Pussy good, go and back it up Pipe her up, I'ma pipe her

I got my top down on my whip Her hair blowing in the wind I got my shades on cause I'm bent She roll it up with no stem I got my Louis bags duffled up Fuck with the squad and throw it up I got my top down, speakers bump See me when I pull it up Gucci bag