I'm telling you, I'm bulletproof Believe me, I'm bulletproof You make me so bulletproof And now I'm too far gone I'm too far gone You're trying to blame me But I'm not breaking I need a way to separate yeah Now that you want it

But when it comes to loving, He'd better leave me alone, 'Cause I've got you baby, And you give me all the love I need, Yes you give me all the love I need All that I want is someone to take care of me, I'm not asking for love, Just a little sympathy.

Lights will guide you home And ignite your bones And I will try to fix you When you try your best but you don't succeed When you get what you want but not what you need When you feel so tired but you can't sleep Stuck in reverse When the tears come

Give me somethin' to ride to And forget about life to The kind you wanna get high to Lay back in the night to Yeah used to be dance songs Slow jams and romance songs But now that she's gone and the radio's on Yeah I just want one that don't sing about

Which way the wind blows But I know I'll be alright If you think I'm crazy But if you say maybe I I'd say love don't wait in line No, love don't wait in line I don't know why I don't want anybody else but you No one can ever add up to

I want you to I want you to love me, to love me, but don't fall in love 'Cause I'm not the one to love To love me, to love me, to love me, but don't fall in love To hold me, to hold me, to hold me, but not for too long Your skin on my skin, can't help

I want you bad! I want you, I want you, But you got me thinking maybe, just maybe, I don't know what to do! I'm in love with, Someone else's girl You, rock my world, But you're the one that I can't have, Girl, I want you bad!

These words, you will be mine These words, you will be mine, all the time I don't know why you're mean to me When I call on the telephone And I don't know what you mean to me But I want to turn you on Turn you up, figure you out I want to take you on

I'm old fashioned But I don't mind it That's how I want to be As long as you agree To stay old fashioned with me I am not such a clever one About the latest fads I admit I was never one Adored by local lads Not that I ever try to be a saint

Honey, I want you Yes I want you, so bad The guilty undertaker sighs The lonesome organ grinder cries The silver saxophones say I should refuse you The cracked bells and washed-out horns Blow into my face with scorn, but it’s Not that way, I wasn’t born