Pretty good, not bad, I can't complain Moonlight makes me dizzy Sunlight makes me clean Your light is the sweetest thing That this boy has ever seen I got a friend in Fremont He sells used cars, ya know Well, he calls me up twice a year Just ask me how'd

Are you leavin' me Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh They'll lie on you and me Are you wanna go I wanna know who you love Who you love Who do you love

And I hope it hurts like hell (oh-oh-oh) I really hope it hurts like hell (I really hope it hurts like hell) I really hope it hurts like (oh) You shoulda never let me go I know I'm messing up your mind Like (hell), like hell (hell) My baby said he loved

I feel you in my bones, oh oh oh oh From my head down to my toes, oh oh oh oh And I know it's a long way down While we're caught in between Won't you stay in the middle with me? Hold me close And don't ever let me go In your heart I found a home

She's pretty tied up hangin' upside down She's pretty tied up an' you can ride her Oh no, oh no, oh no I can't tell you she's the right one I know this chick, she lives down on Melrose She ain't satisfied without some pain Friday night is goin' up inside

Oh, the trouble with love Everybody knows it's the best kind, too It'll get you in deep, yeah, it always does Oh, but the trouble's gonna find you Oh, but I got no trouble with love Oh, and that's the trouble with love The trouble with time is that you

Seeing you, missing you, such a bitter pill to swallow I'm sorry that I'm here so late And please don't turn my heart away 'Cause without you, I'm so hollow I'm sorry that I let you go It's only when it's lost you know Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh For your love, I

Turn it up (just dance with me) Turn up the music (just turn it up louder) Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Turn up the music (I need it in my life, yeah) If you're sexy and you know it, put yo hands up in the air Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh (turn up the

Desperado, why don't you come to your senses? You been out ridin' fences for so long now Oh, you're a hard one But I know that you got your reasons These things that are pleasin' you Can hurt you somehow Don't you draw the Queen of Diamonds, boy She'll

The cops shot the kid The cops shot the kid, the cops shot I still hear him scream The cops used to come around in my neighborhood "Alright, you kids, stop having so much fun, move along!" Oh they'd arrest me, you know, especially at night They had a