Dress me up in stitches It's now or never Tired of wearing black and blue They crawl along Dying to get my blood on you Blood on you I can be your right of way So we can get out of here I've always been the one

Sweet emotion You talk about things that nobody cares You're wearing out things that nobody wears You're calling my name but I gotta make clear I can't say baby where I'll be in a year When some sweet hog mama with a face like a gent Said my get up and

It’s ‘bout to go down ah yeah Baby, you're gonna get your wish tonight Lay it down, right here Scream my name, baby I love you Wherever you are, I’ll be right by your side tonight Imma do you wrong in the right way If you wearing panties taking 'em of

They hold no quarter They ask no quarter Close the door, put out the light No, they won't be home tonight The snow falls hard and don't you know? The winds of Thor are blowing cold They're wearing steel that's bright and true They carry news that must

I would go anywhere with you Electro man, Electronic man Electro man, Electronic woman I went outside wearing my device I came back in wearing the same device, as you You don't believe me, but I would go anywhere with you

It's still rock and roll to me Everybody's talkin' 'bout the new sound Funny, but it's still rock and roll to me What's the matter with the clothes I'm wearing? "Can't you tell that your tie's too wide?" Maybe I should buy some old tab collars? "Welcome

Connie came back from her second cousin's wedding First time she'd been home in 'bout a year or two Just in time for the rehearsal dinner But that crazy Connie wasn't wearing any shoes She lives in L.A. she flies to New York City That woman's been around

They hold no quarter They ask no quarter Close the door, put out the light No, they won't be home tonight The snow falls hard and don't you know? The winds of Thor are blowing cold They're wearing steel that's bright and true They carry news that must

I'm gonna change you like a remix Then I'll raise you like a phoenix Put on your war paint Hey young blood, doesn't it feel like our time is running out? Wearing our vintage misery No, I think it looked a little better on me The war is won, before it's

What if I was willing? Oh baby, what if? What if you wanted to feel alive, Make something of the time you're killing, What if you wanted somebody to love you right, What if you were wearing a sundress, Sitting out on your front steps, Waiting on someone