Love love love is looking good, Good good on you, Can you feel it Oh everybody sees it. How your sweet smile has a way of, Lighting up the room, Yeah you shine like like diamonds, In everything you do. Oh love love love is looking good,

You laugh creating a lightness in my chest Your eyes they penetrate me (Your answer's always maybe) That's when I got up and left Like Like the angel you are They turn the lights down low In shadows hiding from the world Only coming out when it gets cold The

I will leave the light on Guiding like like a lighthouse to a place where you'll be Safe to feel at grace 'cause we've all made mistakes If you've lost your way 'Cause if you look into the distance, there's a house upon the hill The second someone mentioned

Get these wheels rollin’ down the road Find us a couple cold beers to hold Let that moonlight kiss your skin Like Like I’m about to do again and again Don’t matter where we set the party down Underneath the stars or the lights of town In a car, in a bar, girl

Oh, you're my kingdom come So sit me on your throne A love so deep, nothing else like like it Scars go deep, but they can't find it Flame so bright make the daylight look dark Cross my heart, that I'll die for you Cross my heart, that I'll always keep you

Yeah, we back Back in Muhammad crib, nigga, top floor The back room with just the one little small window, nigga The light be comin' through it in the morning Old-ass walls and shit But it's just like like I remember, just like like I wanted it Yeah, I'm workin'

No one can be just like like me any way Just like like fire, burning out the way If I can light the world up for just one day Watch this madness, colorful charade Oh, what you gonna do? We can get 'em running, running, running Just like like magic, I'll be flying free

And when they strike We light up the world Our hearts are like like We feel the love Sparks will fly They ignite our bones

I'm the patron saint of the denial With an angel face and a taste for suicidal St. Jimmy's comin' down across the alleyway Up on the boulevard like like a zip gun on parade Light of a silhouette He's insubordinate Coming at you on the count of one, two (one,

That you wear to bed while the ceiling fan turns To the rhythm that were spinning bare feet on the floor In the living room light got me begging for more Of that party girl strutting down the hall like like a beauty queen long legs and all Got me melting in