Ooo yea yea I take one hit of your love now we getting throwed Getting old Getting throwed Yea yea yea I can show you something My loving never ends You take one hit of my love now you getting throwed

Might like to go to the show To feel the warm thrill of confusion That space cadet glow Tell me is something eluding you, sunshine? Is this not what you expected to see? If you want to find out what's behind these cold eyes You'll just have to claw your

I couldn't be more in love What about these feelings I've got? We got it wrong and you said you had enough But what about these feelings I've got? At the best of times, I'm lonely in my mind But I can find something to show you If you have got the time

Something's got a hold on me Love or somethin like it's got a hold on me It's cheap but it ain' free Show me a bar with a good lookin woman Then just get out of my way Show me the jukebox, I'll tell you a song you should play Sooner a later a few shots

And I sure know something, sure know something I've been a gambler, but I'm nobody's fool You showed me things they never taught me in school No one can make me feel the way that you do And I sure know something, aha I've been counted out, I've had fear

Show me where it hurts and give me something real And lead me to the part of you that never really heals And say the words that burn when they leave your mouth Tell me your story, but don't leave the good parts out Tell me your story I'm sorry if I seem

Help need a man Show me your teeth, show me your teeth Show me your teeth Now show me your fangs Take a bite of my bad girl meat (bad girl meat) Show me your teeth, teeth, teeth, teeth Tell me something that'll save me I need a man who makes me alright

My baby just cares for me Liz Taylor is not his style Is something he can't see My baby just cares for My baby don't care for shows My baby don't care for clothes My baby don't care for cars and races My baby don't care for high-tone places And even Lana

We run things another way, 'Cause if you let me, I'll show ya I'll do it, can ya' hear it? Getting love if you can love (yeah) 'Cause I'm trying to hold on to something, yeah, We run things, another way (yeah) Nothing left for you to say, Trouble melts

To show you all something someday Just a face in the crowd To the wind you’re a toy Just a drunk Irish boy I’ll be back around Well, I danced in the arms of a black haired girl In Scollay Square after the war And I drank to get drunk, and sank and I