I can feel it ah-ah You know I said it's true I can feel the love Can you feel it too I gotta tell you (tell you) I can feel it I can feel it ah-ah-ah-ah You know I said Come, come, come, come

Oh, I can't believe it Oh oh she all on me(on me) Man man I think she want me(want me) Nah I can't leave her lonely, no Cause you look so good And you don't understand she make the people say yeah, yeah, yeah She make me feel so good Better than I would

All I want in life is to be happy (happy) It seems funny to me How fucked things can be Everytime I get ahead I feel more dead

I wanna taste the sun I gotta feeling that I'm not the only one And I, I wanna show some skin Yeah, baby I need the ocean And you can't stop me now I've got my heart in motion And I wanna make it in America Make it in America Cause baby I'm born to run

Soon I'm gonna slip away I'm so sleepy yeah I could lay my head on a piece of lead And imagine it was a springy bed 'Cause I'm sleepy, sleepy I'm so sleepy, yeah In the night I feel it creeping, creeping, creeping I can't keep my mind away from my dreams

It feels like there's oceans Between you and me We hide our emotions But it feels like there's oceans Yeah I want you And nothing comes close To the way that I need you I wish I can feel your skin

Ooh ooh ooh ooh Ah ah ah ah To walk around my head all night You got me tangled like a braid, tied-twisted I don't think it's fair I don't think it's very nice I don't know why I got these feelings, yeah, I just can't seem to get away from

You're scared I just wanna love that, I just wanna love that Scared of what it feels like to miss you Scared of what it feels like not to kiss you Scared of what it feels like to be alone, yeah Baby I can't live without you I'm slowly dying Forgive me

It feels like we're oceans apart There is so much space between us Maybe we're already defeated I can't love you in the dark Ah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah everything changed me Take your eyes off of me so I can leave I'm far too ashamed to do it with

Get your walk on, get your head tight I know you feelin the shit, shit is dead right Get your bounce on, back dat ass up Bitch pass me the bottle, fill your glass up (Yeah) I can drink a whole Henessey fifth Some call that a problem but I call it a gift