You’re flirting with me, I’m flirting with you Let me feel all on you Annie let’s stop playing around And get you sprung on this Get you sprung on this Annie let me get you sprung on this Yeah, get you sprung on this Let me take you home and dick you

Wish I was there with you now Everything comes back to you And I want to tell you everything The words I never got to say the first time around And I remember everything From when we were the children playing in this fairground Drive highways and byways

said about playing this chord He ain't hitting the be flat right I'm a make a hit If it's the last thing I do And I done come home to you And you done put your cold feet on me Get warm your feet, woman Hanging around the studio For three days in a row

Baby, move like you wanna, Baby, move like you need, Like there's no-one else around here. Honey, move like you ought to, Baby, move just to please me. Oh lady get down, I saw you earlier on, They were playing blues downtown Some kind of Mississippi,

And if you really love me won't you tell me Then I won't have to be Playing around Playing around no You call my name Ooh so sweet To make your kiss incomplete When your mood is clear You quickly change your ways

said about playing this chord He ain't hitting the be flat right I'm a make a hit If it's the last thing I do And I done come home to you And you done put your cold feet on me Get warm your feet, woman Hanging around the studio For three days in a row

How I'd love to be a child, with friends spread all around me Playing games and running wild, with nothing more to do Than to Watch the sun make light, and watch the moon take over From the day into the night, what mighty peace I'd find How I'd love to

How can I feel abandoned even when the world surrounds me How can I bite the hand that feeds the strangers all around me How can I know so many Never really knowing anyone If I seem superhuman I have been Misunderstood Playing a lion being led to a cage

His mama told him "someday you will be a man And you will be the leader of a big old band Many people coming from miles around To hear your playing music when the sun goes down Maybe someday you name will be in lights saying "Johnny B. Good tonight" Deep

We are the human radio Keep your eye on the prize and your feet on the ground The human radio is playing your anthem We march, we fight, we live We scream, we die, we give We want the world to know Keep moving subject, matter around I'm reaching out to