My hopeless opus I've got this place That I've filled with empty space Oh I'm trying not to face what I've done I'm in this race and I'm hoping just to place Oh I'm trying not to face what's become of me Cherry bomb It's not a picture perfect life Not

You got the notion (I hope so) About love the way it should be So get in the motion What happened to the love That they are all talking about? It's nothing but useless words Talking 'bout love the way it should be We gotta make up our minds and we'll

Love her like she's leaving Oh and I guarantee she won't Like it's all going to end if you don't We cut the cake everybody danced And some people drank too much You looked like the cover of Brides magazine And I looked like some guy in a tux I'll never

Sexy girl you came to party You and your girlfriends Three's company Then sway when you shake that booty (oh yeah) Hit your walk, hop to it I'ma show you how a real player do it Girl I don't mind, fun time Oh baby let me see you walk

Oh no, tears are falling Oh no, tears are falling (whoo oh) And then it's raining feels like it's raining I read your mind like an open book You lost the fire in your eyes You turn to me with a different look looks like it's raining Something is wrong as

Break it, drop it, drink it, spill it Baby, touch your body, body You gotta taste it, feel it, I've been on it baby La la la la, la la la la I got you (Oh, yeah) I got a hold of you (Oh yeah) You said you out to see How we roll

Oh, strip that down, girl You know, I love it, when the music's loud But c'mon, strip that down for me, baby Now there's a lot of people in the crowd But only you can dance with me So put your hands on my body You know, I love it when the music's loud

Ain't nobody Loves me better Makes me happy Makes me feel this way Loves me better than you And now we're flyin' through the stars I hope this night will last forever Oh oh oh oh Captured effortlessly

I said, "Oh, go Johnny, Johnny B. Goode tonight," yeah Deep down in Jamaica, close to Mandeville Back up in the woods, on top of a hill There stood an old hut made of earth and wood There lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode He never learned to read

Can learn to be I wanna be like you Now I'm the king of the swingers Oh, the jungle VIP I've reached the top and had to stop And that's what botherin' me I wanna be a man, mancub And stroll right into town And be just like the other men