To write you another song 'Cause I'll give you my heart If you would let me start all over again So please give me another chance Take back those things I've done You've been alone You've been afraid

I'm on my way back home Take the hand Guide the way Find the truth Take your heart into your hand To tempt the fool into the mine Let loose the snake with antidote

I was goin' through the closet Back in my old home Found my letterman's jacket, so I slipped it on Deep in the pocket, still folded up tight Was the letter you wrote to tell me goodbye The minute I saw it I just had to smile It smelled like old leather,

Nobody but me Straight to my lover's heart its for me Cupid please hear my cry And let your arrow fly But just between the two of us our love is conceiled So help me if you will So, Cupid draw back your bow And let your arrow go Cupid draw back your bow

Triangles are my favorite shape Three points where two lines meet. Toe to toe, back to back, let's go My love it's very late. 'Til morning comes, let's tessellate. Bite chunks out of me You're a shark and I'm swimming My heart still thumps as I bleed And

Triangles are my favorite shape Three points where two lines meet 'Til morning comes, let's tessellate You're a shark and I'm swimming My heart still thumps as I bleed And all your friends come sniffing Toe to toe, back to back, let's go, my love; it's

Wait a minute let me take you there (ah) Wait a minute 'til you (ah, hey!) Bang bang into the room (I know you want it) Bang bang all over you (I’ll let you have it) Bang bang there goes your heart (I know you want it) Back, back seat of my car (I’ll let

Don't ever look back In my skin-tight jeans Be a teenage dream tonight You make me Feel like I'm living a, teenage dream The way you turn me on I, can't, sleep Let's runaway And don't ever look back My, heart, stops when you look at me

And don't ever look back Don't ever look back In my skin-tight jeans The way you turn me on I, can't, sleep Let's runaway My, heart, stops When you look at me Now baby I believe

Shotgun to the back of my heart, I don't turn around to see who let one ring out Heading to the Massacre Bodies arriving every day Look at those shells you heard Picking the bones up along the way Let it ring out Lately I've been questioning Am I all