I can't believe that you're in love with me. Your eyes of blue, your kisses too, I never knew what they could do. You're telling ev'ry one I know I'm on your mind each place we go They can't believe that you're in love with me. I have always placed you

How would you feel, if I told you I loved you? It's just something that I want to do I'll be taking my time, spending my life Falling deeper in love with you So tell me that you love me too We were sitting in a parked car Stealing kisses in the front

Our day will come Our dreams are magic Because we'll always stay In love this way And we'll have everything We'll share the joy Falling in love can bring No one can tell me That I'm too young to know

You're too sexy to me Tell them pretty faced girls tryna grabs each other And them undercover freaks who ain't nun' but trouble Baby, I'mma tell you some' only 'cause I love ya People all around the world sexy motherfuckers Damn, that's ugly

Didn't know it was love Didn't know it was fate Didn't know it was destiny callin' Tell me it's never too late Was I too blind to see When push came to shove You were all that I needed I was lookin' for trouble and the thrill of the chase Love was

Don't tell I'm wrong, I could be there I just want to be around you Is that too much to ask? Don't tell I'm wrong So tired of these roads going nowhere But I know your love takes me somewhere When I look into your eyes Boy, I'm feeling delirious But you

Don't! Don't! Don't put down the phone So don't put down the phone Can you hear me? Hear me, hear me, hear me No, can't tell you to be safe Can't tell you to be strong Can't tell you that I love you Too far away to hold you

Why does everything that I love get taken away? You take me to the edge Tell me why! Does everything that I love get taken away? Push me too far Watch me slip away

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.

What you call me? (tramp!) No you didn't! (you don't wear continental clothes, or Stetson hats) Well, I tell you one doggone thing It makes me feel good to know one thing, I know I am a lover (Matter of opinion) that's all right, mama was, papa too And