Kinda makes me wonder Why you playin' with me? Do you think of me? So I'm waiting for the sun to come up Take me for a ride in your Beamer Ain't gon' stop 'til the stars are above Wish that you would talk to me 'Cause I don't really know just what to

So give me the hard stuff The kind that makes you real 'Cause I want the hard stuff When they're throwin' sticks and stones I'm never gonna give you up I'll be there when the storm comes We can cut each other to the bone Yeah I want the hard stuff (hard

That real good feeling, the kind that makes you wanna sing I don't mind being on my own, but I would love it if you came along So we can live it easy, living easy, that real good feeling, living easy 'Cause you know I'm never in a rush I like my living