Why you do me wrong When you wear that dress Oh, my heart just can't take it anymore When you act like this It's like your mama never taught you how to love So let me teach you Oh my, oh my, oh my, oh my God Dance with that body, girl 'Cause everybody

I'd tell you what I'd do I'd teach the birds such lovely words and make them sing for you If the stars were mine If the birds were mine If the world was mine I'd give them all to you I'd pluck them down right from the sky And leave it only blue I would

I see you rushing now Hey Jo sorry I hurt you, but they say love is a virtue don't they? Tell me how to reach you What did Harvard teach you? I see people on the floor They're slidin' to the sea Can't stay here anymore We're turning into thieves If I

It was the last day of summer It was the first of a new romance He walked into her on the corner She said, 'I don't dance' He said, 'Baby let me teach you' She said, 'O.K., when?' He said, 'How can I reach you baby I'd really like to see you again' He

God knows I'm trying I cannot tell who is my friend I need distance between me and them Gonna have to teach me how to love you again God knows I'm trying for you I seen man turn fool for the money one too many times I seen some girls turn their back on

Teach me, train me, guide me baby Release the love inside me baby The front seat in my car 'Cause everywhere I go and everyone I touch What I already know is not enough And no one has taught me quite like you Tell me that you hear what I'm saying, Ooh I

I did it for you, and the boys, Because love should teach you joy, And not the imitation, That your momma and daddy tried to show you. I did it for you, and for me, And because I still believe, There's only one thing, Never compromise on, And that's the

Learnin' more about life a man could ever teach Yea, we were lookin' like rockstars, shuttin' down bars From pbj's & pbr's Couple dollars and some freedom was all need to get us far We were young and in love every single week 17 through 22, runnin' wild

You make it easy to see High ball shooter You sure ripped the low ones off me You´re a high ball shooter Well I´m a rock and roll preacher Not a Sunday school teacher You ain´t no shady lady But I love the way you strut your stuff You´re a snow queen

I'd tell you what I'd do I'd teach the birds such lovely words and make them sing for you If the stars were mine If the birds were mine If the world was mine I'd give them all to you I'd pluck them down right from the sky And leave it only blue I would