Lover I'm off the streets Gonna go where the bright lights And the big city meet With a red guitar, on fire She's the candle Burning in my room

We’re dancing on tables 'Til I’m off my face With all of my people And it couldn’t get better they say And it’s all out of tune Should be laughing, but there’s something wrong And it hits you when the lights go on We’re singing 'til last call Such a good

'Til the roof comes off, till the lights go out 'Til my legs give out, can't shut my mouth 'Til the smoke clears out and my high perhaps I'm a rip this shit till my bone collapse 'Cause sometimes you just feel tired, you feel weak And when you feel weak

We'll run riot All the boys, all the girls Stole a key Took a car downtown where the lost boys meet Took a car downtown and took what they offered me To set me free I saw the lights go down at the end of the scene I saw the lights go down and standing in

Use me, I'm gonna give you control With the lights on And I'm nervous, can I trust you Trust me, while I take this off With the lights on, cause it turns me on If you're nervous, just let me show you And if I could just let go Forgive me it's the very

The lights go off Say its going to be, alright It's going to be, alright Just tell me it'll be, tell me it'll be Stay close to me, so close to me That's how it's supposed to be Long as you've been knowing me You been holding me down I'm sure as fuck, so

Slow it down, Angie come back to bed Rest your arms, and rest your legs I feel her filth in my bones Wash off my hands 'til it’s gone The walls they’re closing in With velvet curtains Some love was made for the lights Some kiss your cheek and goodnight

Lights low, get lit Mouth closed, take dick Lace up, legs up Get drunk, clothes off Weed loud, twist up Throwback, look back Woosah, get that I ain't worried about no other bitch you got me Use them lips you know I love you, kiss my body

Laid back swervin' like I'm George Jones An ice cold beer sittin' in the console Memory lane up in the headlights Has got me reminiscing on the good times I'm turning off the real life, driving, that's right Smoke rollin' out the window Yeah I'm chilling

Laid back swervin' like I'm George Jones An ice cold beer sittin' in the console Memory lane up in the headlights Has got me reminiscing on the good times I'm turning off the real life, driving, that's right Smoke rollin' out the window Yeah I'm chilling