I cannot cry ?cause the shoulder cries more Get away, run away, fly away Lead me astray, to dreamer?s hideaway I cannot die, I, the whore for the cold world Forgive me, I have but two faces One for the world, One for God save me I cannot die, I, a whore

I've been waitin', so long waitin' Girl, it sure feels like love I need it every day Yeah, it sure feels like love I wanna tell you Feels like love No more lonely nights searchin' for this feelin' Feels like love, every day I'm red-hot, higher than high

I better not do the things I do for you. Forever the night that is long for me now. I'm sure that I may, I can get you, all that you lost. Until the world ceases to move! A burning feeling, let me call I wish one more thing! I flinch my hands, and bang

Feel like, aw shit, throw some bacon on it The one thing I love more than being with you And that's late nights, doing what I wanna do I got sleep eyes, I woke up like this One thing I love more than being with you And that's no ties, no drama in my life

Baby come back to me Just come back to me Give me one more chance One more chance to be, to be a better man This don't have to be goodbye Don't do this to me tonight Yeah, baby come back to me Don't make this bed get colder Don't make me sleep alone

Oh, do you care, I still feel for you So aware, what should be lost is there All of my songs can only be composed of The greatest of pains Every single verse can only be born of The greatest of wishes I wish I had one more night to live Beware the beast

Bigger houses, faster cars yes Friday nights and whiskey friends Tell her second chance's a second wind Just one more candle then you tell yourself Twenty something Twenty something, buying coffee you can't afford Making love is keeping score You're

I want a Sunday Kind of Love. A love to last, past Saturday night. And I'd like to know it's more than love at first sight. And I want a, a love that's on the square. Can't seem to find somebody, someone to care. And I'm on a lonely road that leads to

'Cause we only have one conversation a week Look at the sky tonight, all of the stars have a reason Wait right here I'll be back in the mornin' I know that I'm not that important to you But to me, girl, you're so much more than gorgeous So much more than

Before you accuse me, take a look at yourself I called your mama 'bout three or four nights ago Come on back home baby, try my love one more time You say I've been spendin' my money on other women But you've been runnin' with somebody else Well your