Come around like the summer time You bring bright light into my life Pay attention 'round me you said When I'm wit' you I feel alright You like that, why you actin' like that? Because you creep on me when you're alone And you work like you can't fall in

I'm rusted from the rain, I'm rusted from the rain Go on, crush me like a flower, rusted from the rain Come on strip me of my powers, beat me with your chains And if I'm the King of cowards, you're the Queen of pain I stumble through the wreckage, rusted

C'mon, c'mon C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon Everybody, everyone c'mon c'mon C'mon c'mon Baby, baby won't you give me a good time? Squeeze me, please me, make it feel like the last time Hold me close and I'll make every dream come

And I thought I loved you then Now you're my whole world And now you're my whole life I just can't believe the way I feel about you, girl Like a river meets the sea, Stronger than it's ever been. We've come so far since that day I remember, trying not to

Calling all stars, come on We all stars, we are one We all shine, we are chrome And we are shimmering We light up the night like a black sun Turn on, turn on (turn on) Play it loud, we don't care

If you like making love at midnight, in the dunes of the cape. "If you like Pina Coladas, and getting caught in the rain. If you're not into yoga, if you have half-a-brain. You're the love that I've looked for, come with me, and escape." I was tired of

Shoppin' spree for fun, she dig Saint Laurent (uh) Alexander, Laurent (yah), private flight to Milan ('Lan) Ice VV's (ice, ice), ice VS1's (VS) Off-White Vlone 1's, foreigns parked on my lawn Them 40's come we jump, I like my bitches blonde Wockhardt

Can't help it if I wanna kiss you in the rain, so Come feel this magic I've been feeling since I met you Can't help it if there's no one else Mmm I can't help myself Cause I can't help it if you look like an angel I can't help myself Hey Stephen, I know

Here comes the weekend, Set off your sirens Set off your sirens. Here comes, comes the weekend Hear it calling like a siren Not lookin' for a fight, no High heels and cherry wine, not wasting any time We don’t look for trouble Just enough to, seein'

Let down and hanging around Crushed like a bug in the ground Transport, motorways and tramlines Starting and then stopping Taking off and landing The emptiest of feelings Disappointed people, clinging on to bottles When it comes it's so, so, disappointing