Well, well, well, well Now switch (switch) Tell me how it feels (feels) To be somebody else (else) It wasn't what you thought it was (was) Another story to tell Well, well, well I'm thinking 'bout a Yamaha (ay)

Over and over again Tell me slowly Down in your heart, you know better Same old story Nobody's buying There ain't any truth to it The fact is you're lying But I'm getting used to it Promising we'll stay together

When love was king Once was a kingdom, far far away. Love was the rule of the day. Nothing more nothing less Than to give your friend your best. There's much more story that I could tell To make the hardest hearts swell. This is the story when love was

Mark my words, I won't back down You know nothing, when you tell me That I worship a fabricated story in the sky Throwing away decency because you can't grasp The life of peace and the voice of potency Your words are wasted on me I feel His breath and

That to me is what your eyes are, Soft as stars in April skies are, Tell me some day you'll fulfill Their promise of a thrill. Flashing eyes in which my hopes rise, Let me show you where my heart lies. Let me prove that it adores That loveliness of yours.

Now this is who we are I'll never know the answers And I'll always wonder why I am no one You are faithful when we are not I am no one's hero For we are not the giant men That some may think So I'd like to tell this story the way it is meant to be

Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah Little bitty pretty one Come on and talk-a to me A-lovey dovey dovey one Come sit down on my knee Tell you a story Happened long time ago A-little bitty pretty one

Whole lotta Rosie Whole lotta woman A whole lotta woman Wanna tell you story About woman I know When it comes to lovin' She steals the show She ain't exactly pretty Ain't exactly small

When I pick up on that smell Pick it up and run like hell Little woman save me some Better get up on your run So much more than Charlie's wakin' me To my core and Charlie's shakin' me And tell my story

Every picture tells a story don't it? Spent time feelin' inferior standing' in front of my mirror Combed my hair in a thousand ways, but I came out lookin' just the same Daddy said, son, you better see the world I wouldn't blame you if you wanted to