In the end, it's him and I Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh Cross my heart, hope to die He said "be true", I swear I'll try He's out his head, I'm out my mind We got that love, the crazy kind I am his and he is mine To my lover, I'd never lie

If a man answers, if a man answers If a man answers this time of night Oh baby, I'm just missin' you I'm crazy still in love with you I know my heart will break in two You said you need a little time A little time to yourself I'm staring down this

You're my best friend You're more than a lover There could never be another To make me feel the way you do I fall in love all over Every time I look at you Without you here with me Life with you makes perfect sense Oh we just get closer

(Move your body, move your body) Your body's poetry, speak to me Won't you let me be your rhythm tonight? I wanna be your muse, use my music And let me be your rhythm tonight Poetry in your body Oh (woh uh uh) oh (woh uh uh uh) Your body's poetry Move

Oh, I know how to levitate up off my feet And ever since the seventh grade I learned to fire-breathe And though I feed on things that fell You can learn to levitate with just a little help Come down, come down Cowards only come through when the hour's

Oodles of light what a beautiful sight Both of God's eyes are shining tonight Rays and beams of incredible dreams And I am a quiet man. Strolling down the highway with my shoes in my hand I don't talk much I'm a quiet man Beauty and silence both run deep

There's nowhere I'd rather be than here with you, you, you There's no place I'd rather be Show me how you feel Let me know it's real tonight, oh Musique progressive Thoughts of you running through my head As I lie awake in my bed Know you want this,

Yeah, you're just my type, yeah, yeah Just my type But you're just my type The kind that only calls me late at night You can't decide if you'll be yours or mine I hate to say it, but you're just my type Oh, I hate to say it, but you're just my type You

Give me fuel, Give me fire, Burning hard, loose and clean Quench my thirst with gasoline Churning my direction, Ohhh, on I burn Fuel is pumping engines Give me that which I desire,

(Oh) the thunder, Hell or Glory I don't want anything in between Then came a baby boy with long eyelashes Daddy said, "you gotta show the world the thunder!" Life's just a pay stub on death Only less diligent