You're all dressed up to go dreaming Now don't tell me I'm wrong And what a night to go dreaming Mind if I tag along If I say I love you I want you to know It's not just because there's moonlight Although, moonlight becomes you so Moonlight becomes you,

This time somebody's getting hurt I wish you'd do it again I'll watch you leave here limping And I wish you'd do it again Here comes the next contestant Is that your hand on my girlfriend? Is that your hand? There goes the next contestant Each night

Rozay, Rozay Rozay Got that, Rozay, Rozay Rozay Bottle up (Boom, boom, detail) Here, comes, them bottles of that Clique I know you're gettin busy, go work it lil' momma Got that Rozay, Rozay Rozay Here, comes them bottles of that Patron Them bottles of

Fallin' fallin' fallin' 'Cause when the loving starts, and the lights go down And you say that you love me You woo me until the sun comes up And if you use me again it'll be the end of me There's not another living soul around Say that you love me Have

Grey sky where I should see you Ask why, why it should be so I'll cry, say that I don't know April is a cruel time Even though the sun may shine And world looks in the shade as it slowly comes away Still falls the April rain And the valley's filled with

Hallelujah, good to see ya Ain't no sting like a king bee shakedown Everybody digs when the boogie comes back around And the chill drunk buzzin' all night long There's a jingle in your pocket with a jangle in your hand Do you want your own money or your

Well honey here comes a lullaby Your very own lullaby With a lullaby And turn this up on the radio If you can hear me now I'm reachin' out to let you know That you're not alone And you can't tell, I'm scared as hell 'Cause I can't get you on the telephone

When it comes to you Comes to you There's no crime Let's take both of our souls And intertwine Don't be blind Watch me speak from my heart No limit in the sky That I won't fly for ya

Here comes your nineteenth nervous breakdown You better stop, look around Here it comes, here it comes, here it comes, here it comes When you were a child you were treated kind But you were never brought up right You were always spoiled with a thousand

It's cherry pink and apple blossom white When your true lover comes your way The poets say The story goes that once a cherry tree Beside an apple tree did grow And there a boy once met his bride to be Long long ago The boy looked into her eyes, it was a