Baby it's yours If you want it tonight I'll give you the red light special All through the night Just come through my door Take off my clothes And turn on the red light Take a good look at it

We’re still living in the city In a tiny rental made of wood We’ve loved and we’ve lost friends Time and time again Like ripples in a stream quietly die Every party’s got its pity Especially when it’s time to go Between the sun and all its moons The

Don't wanna let you go Your special your one of a kind (so...) He'll try to take you from me Some things money can't buy... Everybody wants to have a girl like you But I'm the one and it's right My wish becomes his delight Your not gonna get far from me

I keep my wits 'bout me Especially right now, I got a rich bounty I can tell that you don't give a shit 'bout me I keep the same people that's been 'round me Yeah, a lot changed but I'm still the same old me I'd still rather make a song than go to KOD

Ooh, la, la, la Reggae dancin' Let's go dancin' Such a happy It's a special Ooh, la, la, la (Ooh) Let's go dancin' (Get your dancin' shoes, get your dancin' shoes) Ooh, la, la, la (Woo) Ooh, la, la, la

It's all about us And that's real But I promise, if we stick together we gon' make it through anything We're too special for the world Dodging bullets, we're in trouble in times And mama always taught me as a boy To help ya brother if he's fallin' at

Since the day of my departure I've been stumbling through reality I play my symphony in reverse In search for that special path Be gentle to the tear in this I Lonesome arms, lost its wings again Buy me a trip to the moon So I can laugh at my mistakes I

She's just my kind of girl, she makes me feel fine She's just my kind of girl, without her I'm blue Look at her face, it's a wonderful face And it means something special to me Look at the way that she smiles when she sees me How lucky can one fellow be

Oh, yeah, I'll still take you home So what do you know? Oh-woah, woah, woah Oh, you know nothing Yeah, but I'll still take you home Well, it's ever so funny 'Cause I don't think you're special, I don't think you're cool You're just probably alright But

Misery's best friend can't be a dead-end A bag full of regrets, and I'm coming clean Some feel it, especially the rejects A bad habit; don't forget it: you better Count your last blessings and fill up the wagon Chases its feet And now I'm running out of