I got a test for you You said you want my heart Well baby you can have it all I got a lot of boys And we can make you right And if you get too high (That north north, that up top, that OVO and that XO)

When your heart's not open Mm, if I could melt your heart Mm, we'd never be apart Mm, give yourself to me Mm, you hold the key You're frozen You only see what your eyes want to see How can life be what you want it to be You're so consumed with how much

Oh, but if you want to win it You win my heart Yeah, you get it all You make my motor run Just go faster, faster, don't be slow Rev it up, rev it up 'til your engine blows You win my love, yeah you're number one

Even if I wanted to I can't hide what I feel inside And just stop lovin' you I can't hold on But lettin' go Is something I can't do, is something I can't do I'm on the brink I can barely think With all of these thoughts

'cause if you want to run cool On heavy, heavy fuel If you want to run cool Yes if you want to run cool, you got to run Last time I was sober, man I felt bad Worst hangover that I ever had It took six hamburgers and scotch all night Nicotine for

Recognize my life Ridicule my fight Give me fuel for the fire burning when I yearn these lights In the midst of the hieroglyphs my fingertips start to write Get familiar with Cartwright Cause I want that shot, I'm a raging bull when the needle drops For

Ha ha ha ha ha ha Oh I won't, never once, make you cry Mary, if you want to I'll waive my right I'd be on the corner Just passin' time No I won't, ever once, make you cry Just to kiss, oh I'll miss your goodbye We'll go to the disco

It’s a fragile thing, this life we lead, If I think too much, I can’t get over When by the grace, by which we live Our lives with death over our shoulders Want you to know, that should I go, I always loved you, held you high above too Hear the sirens,

She keeps me warm And I can't change Even if I tried Even if I wanted to My love, my love, my love I don't know Love is patient, love is kind Love is patient,(Not crying on Sundays) love is kind(I'm not crying on Sundays) When I was in the 3rd grade I

I got to have you, ooh yeah If this room could talk You would know that I love you I want you, and furthermore I got to have you, oh yeah I've made a mistake in this room I did something I had to do I wish that I was dreamin'