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

Hotel bathroom Up and down it feels like Heaven must feel so right Smoking in the bathroom To the hotel bathroom Hotel couch, fucking on the hotel couch Fuck you on the hotel bed Ain't 'gon lie, I can't wait

Girl, I'm sitting here wondering what it is that we've done Baby who am I to be that other guy? 'Cause I've seen tables turned, a world of hurt I'd never wanna feel twice, I know what it's like from the other side And I would give anything now But you

Right now, right now Just like a heatwave If our bodies touched right now? How would you feel If we'd let our guards drop down? Maybe we could have it all Nothin' matters My mama told me, I won't be lonely How does it feel

Sometimes I feel like a man on fire, Sometimes I feel like a man possessed, Sometimes I want to burn down this crazy town. Don't it make you stop and wonder why? I walk these streets each and every day Trying to find some work just to earn my pay Just to

And we late, nocturnal Speculate what we feel But I am going to shoot There's nothing like a break But it may be a consolation That shows us where we are So most of how you felt I'm glad I could help Link my door tonight, I am sold

Way too long Dead and gone Looking out my window Wonder how it came to be Feels just like a tempo Lifted by a gentle breeze Ugly as a suitcase

If tonight is the last night, I'll see you in paradise In paradise, the closer I get to you it feels like paradise And I'd do anything you'd want me to when we're in paradise I'll see you on the other side, where it's alright I'm here at the end, yeah,

All that wasted time I wonder if you ever think about it like I do Seven kids on my two lane road After all this time it still feels so good When I think about those summer nights Singing out the window, on the back roads, Sweet Child of Mine Sipping on

With a red and black one at the Texaco She hopped in your truck Sang alone with one on the radio Big red one going down Feel like one in a small town Parked way out in the dark And they danced on the hood She was sitting on the shining light Then gave