Rock you like a hurricane It's early morning, the sun comes out Last night was shaking and pretty loud My cat is purring, it scratches my skin So what is wrong with another sin? The night is calling, I have to go The wolf is hungry, he runs the show He's

Who you gonna call When your road runs out at the sea You can turn around and walk back to me Where you gonna go What ya gonna do when you get there You know you're never gonna find someone who loves you like I do When you get tired of runnin' June fell

Hot line I got some conversation I can be your operator Baby you should call me later Because you are so fine I hope that your not playing Cause I'm loving what you're saying Baby don't ya keep me waiting Call me up hot-line

Philosophize your figure What I have and haven't held You called and I came, stand tall through it all Fall and fixture just the same thing Say nothing of my fable, no What on earth is left to come? Who's agonized and gnawed through it all I'm underneath

They want your number so they can call you Just to come over to cook for all you Thought she was thirsty and it was all true Only business she want is hopin' you let her fall through Blah, blah, blah, bitch Using bid'ness just to sit up on my dick How I

Rock you like a hurricane It's early morning, the sun comes out Last night was shaking and pretty loud My cat is purring, it scratches my skin So what is wrong with another sin? The night is calling, I have to go The wolf is hungry, he runs the show He's

Say what you want Call me out my name We made need a break Just don't say it's over It might take some space But girl don't say you over me But don't say it's over Just don't say you over me Oh oh oh oh oh

Girl, what's your favorite song I'll be your DJ tonight You don't have to say a word I see the look in your eyes And we'll keep rockin' 'til the last call Feelin' alright, yeah, yeah Now you're callin' me baby While I keep on fallin', yeah Oh, oh, oh, oh

What is this thing called love? I saw you there one wonderful day You took my heart and threw it away That's why I ask the Lord in Heaven above This funny thing called love? Just who can solve its mystery? Why should it make a fool of me?

That's all right. What you call me? You didn't! You don't wear continental clothes, or Stetson hats. Well I tell you one dog-gone thing. It makes me feel good to know one thing. I know I'm a lover. Matter of opinion. That's all right, Mama was. Papa too.