I signed it with love from me to you I tried to be cool But my feelings they don't allow me to And all that I ask Is that at least you write me back I'm waiting Here's my paper heart Ends up with you

Let's go, let's go Throw your hands up high Somebody jump and touch the sky Now everybody in the crowd I need you all to jump I said hands up high

We don't always say what we mean My youth is the foundation of me So wake me up in the Spring From the city of the 915 Where all the girls are pretty And they're down for the hype All my boys are with me Going up for the night But who cares, who cares

Well, get down woman, before I have to go. Well, slow down, baby, and gimme a little time. You know, ya hurt me with your bad mouth, An' I just don't want to know. If you want me hangin' 'round, Gotta give me some peace of mind. Oh, get down boy. Well,

Falling in hate nothing to say don't want to hear you Falling away nothing to give no Falling in hate nothing but fear in you heart Falling away nothing to live for Falling in hate with you More and more everyday Falling away from this in every way Is it

We're gonna make this day. A little better than the last. Find a way to wash away. Live inside this day. Any regret you have, don't let this moment pass. Got a quarter... I passed out last night and I never made it home. Wound up on a bus to San Antone.

Get in time Doesn't suit my style Suicide is not for me, Suicide is not for me I'm feeling better, I'm feeling fine I need a car, And in the dead of the night I realize I'm not alone

Shine on the one that's gone and left me blue I said blue moon of Kentucky, keep on a-shinin' Blue moon of Kentucky, keep on a-shinin' It was on one moonlit night, stars shinin' bright Whispered on high, love said goodbye Well, it was on one moonlit

A double secret agent And he was paid to kill With cold steel magnum force is how the man possessed the skill He shot a man in Paris He did a job in L.A. And if the price was right, he'd surely Take your life away Wanted, dead or alive, blood for money,

Middle-aged, do the low rise on the waist London half-life Middle-aged, you're the low riser Getting over myself today And if you're compromised, Drive your car through the rain And if you've been beaten, Drive your car through the rain Until you wash