Give into your dark side, your dark side I've seen the way you look at me, it feels right, ah There's no need convincing me of things you should Oh, I know you got a dark side Oh, won't you give it to me? Falling in love on the first date I don't even

So much that it hurts All I know is that I love you so Got a tattoo that said "together through life" Carved in your name with my poker knife And you wonder when you wake up, will it be alright oh oh Feels like there's something broken inside Is that in

It's all right Little darlin' Here comes the sun, little darlin' Here comes the sun, I say You can come on out now It's been a long, cold and lonely winter It feels like years since you've been here The smiles are returnin' to the faces now It seems like

Damn, it feels good to be me I'll be alright Rollin' these streets all summer long Damn, I got it all figured out I got no worries that I'm worried about Coltrane love supreme It's like I caught some crazy, happy disease It feels so good Nobody blowin'

Now we're listenin' to old Alabama A little dixieland delight and it feels so right Oh, play me some old Alabama She'd rather wear a pair of cut-off jeans Than a fancy evening dress And with her windows rolled down And her hair all blown around She's a

All night, love all night Practice makes perfect, gonna get it right Gonna get it right, one night at a time Let's take our love, one night at a time Oh, I think about you all day long It feels so good, it can't be wrong I got my fingers crossed that

Big city, big city nights You keep me burning Always yearning When the daylight is falling down into the night And the sharks try to cut a big piece out of life It feels alright to go out to catch an outrageous thrill But it's more like spinning wheels

I know what it feels like Nothing really matters I breathe her Every time I see her, oh She completes me How she reads me Right or wrong It's so clear she's All that I need

Now we're listenin' to old Alabama A little dixieland delight and it feels so right Oh, play me some old Alabama She'd rather wear a pair of cut-off jeans Than a fancy evening dress And with her windows rolled down And her hair all blown around She's a

Now we're listenin' to old Alabama A little dixieland delight and it feels so right Oh, play me some old Alabama She'd rather wear a pair of cut-off jeans Than a fancy evening dress And with her windows rolled down And her hair all blown around She's a