Something about Something about the boy There's just something about the boy He got me good I've got it bad He got me feeling like a girl gone mad Got me running around like I'm a lovefool Taking me down I can't stop He got me up

So why does it hurt so bad Why do I feel so sad But I keep crying When I don't love you So why does it hurt me so I gotta get you outta my head Hurts so (yeah you do) Why does it hurt so bad Thought I was over you

And it sure feels right It feels like a struck match kissing gasoline It feels a little better than it ever has It sure feels good, baby let’s be bad I feel your heart, I feel you there When they get a little tipsy Corona cold in your hand, your brushed

Without truth Yet we want to spare the feelings of those we love We've all lied But there is always room for forgiveness my friend So don't treat me bad just be glad I am strong I know where I belong

'Round midnight, midnight It begins to tell I do pretty well, till after sundown Suppertime I'm feelin' sad But it really gets bad 'Round midnight Memories always start 'round midnight Haven't got the heart to stand those memories When my heart is still

Straight gassed, got the whole place hype Touchdown and the crowd get's hyped Every time I'm around there's a hype I'm a bad boy and I do what I like (Top of the roster) Real deal, you can see it in my posture I feel like Leo with a Oscar The price just

To love again I'ma show you how, show you how, show you how Say my name, I wanna hear you call Hold me close, I wanna feel your heart I'm in a cold sweat and I want you bad Now you got me all in my head, like damn You love how you push me to the point of

When I'm gone I was a young troubador When I wrote in on a song And I'll be an old troubador Sometimes I feel like Jesse James Still trying to make a name Knowing nothing's gonna change I still feel 25

And it sure feels right It feels like a struck match kissing gasoline It feels a little better than it ever has It sure feels good, baby let’s be bad I feel your heart, I feel you there When they get a little tipsy Corona cold in your hand, your brushed

Knock, knock, knockin' on heavens door. Feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door. Ma, take this badge off of me. I can't use it any more. It's getting dark, too dark to see. Ma, take these guns away from me. I can't shoot them any more. There's a long