Whoa-a-whoa-a-whoa And I don't know which side to take Whoa-a-whoa-ooo-o And people try and calm me down (it can only get better) It's just the way it is Yeah, it's all right Whoa-a-whoa-a-whoa There's a war between my head and my heart

DJ don't you play nothing slow Keep those girls out on the floor Gotta make them want to come back for more. Been here since the sun went down, Be here when it comes back around Worked all week it's time to play Gonna get a little bit sideways And it's

You were right I know I can't get enough of you Leave it all to bloom I don't know I can't get enough of you, no The things that I would do I don't know I can't get enough of you Under the water, I'm sinking further down Floating, I'm nothing, I'm

Yeah I know that I let you down Is it too late to say I'm sorry now? I'm sorry, yeah Is it too late now to say sorry? Sorry, yeah You gotta go and get angry at all of my honesty You know I try but I don't do too well with apologies I hope I don't run out

Well alright Oh I, oh I-I-I I can't be what you want from me And I know she knows, and I know she knows She knows, she knows Damned if I do Damned if I don't And deep down she knows, she knows Trying to get a piece of that apple pie

Fare thee well They told me on the phone What are you gonna do When your trouble gets like mine Get a big spade And dig down in your mind It's your last chance To shake it up with me They don't have no man at all

Let's get out of this town All of my friends are settling down They're only kids but they're married now Let's follow the lights, follow the crowd Baby we got to get out I don't wanna live my life in circles I just wanna find an empty road Let's get away

You don't know the risk if you ain't carried the weight Some shit I don't remember, it's somethin' I never forget Ain't nobody give me nothin', ain't nobody tell me shit Big ol' drip If you ain't never been down the road that wasn't already paved Still

I drink to that, yeah yeah Don't let the bastards get ya down Turn it around with another round There's a party at the bar Cheers to the freakin' weekend Yeah yeah yeah Oh let the Jameson sink in Everybody putcha glasses up and I drink to that (yeah yeah

Oh baby, you don't have to go I beg you all night, baby, you don't have to go Oh baby, what's gettin' wrong with you Oh baby, turn your lamp down low You don't treat me nothin' like you used to do Well, I gave you all of my money, let you go downtown You