You'd fuck like a whore Your thighs were made for cheeks to graze My lips, your poison They bring you to your knees Breathing and grasping all leads to another messy ending You stupid fucking bitch One, two, three, four (all the things that she said, was

Hold it in, now let's go dancing I do believe we're only passing through Wired again, now look who's laughing You again, oh you, oh you, oh you Me again, all fired up on you What to say and what she really means Wrapped up in dissonance I'm sorry that I

What if I was made for you and you were made for me What if this is it, what if it's meant to be What if I ain't one of them fools just playin' some game What if I just pulled you close, what if I leaned in And the stars line up and it's our last first

I wanna thank the band, whoever they Were for playing our song And all the stars up there for getting in line And shining down on That boardwalk you and I strolled down Light's dancing on the water from the merry-go-round We made a lot of memories, ain't

He was a giant When I was just a kid I was always trying To do everything he did I can still remember every lesson he taught me Growing up learning how to be like my old man He was a lion We were our father's pride

We're in good company Is a pretty girl sitting next to me Kissing up on me, and I got a spot waiting on you Yeah, the only thing missing So B.Y.O.B, it means bring yourself over, babe Got what we need to make good vibes, good times And a damn good memory

High up and we're floating Don't know where we're going Night until the morning We're rolling, rolling, rolling (And I be floating) I get so high, fuck around and never come down I get so high, I get so high (And I be higher than a motherfucker) First

Nothin' like you Shades on spinning in a summer rain Dancing in the rain no music Rocking that rock 'n roll t-shirt We're at a party dressed up But you just doing your thing Just the right kind of crazy, baby Something about you

So if you got a problem, pick up the telephone For the guns and glory cowboys from the twilight zone At the Continental Club, there's no extras for striptease We're the gang that couldn't shoot straight but we aim to please She's bugging me again, run to

Get up, get up Get a move on What's taking so long Stop stalling, I'm calling out Ain't nothing wrong 'Cause I believe you can be what you'd like And I agree you can do much better, just trust me Get up, get up, get up, get up If you were ever in doubt