Whoah, the girl I love, she got long black wavy hair I do declare! The girl I love, yeah, she got long black wavy hair, Her mother and her father, lordy, They sure don't, sure don't allow me there. Well i, I'm goin? back to my baby, lord i, I swear I

Just like driving on an open highway Never knowing what we're gonna find Just like two kids, baby, always trying to live it up What we got is Whoa, yeah, that's our kind of love That's right, oh that's right Oh, that's our kind of love You wear your

Stomp your hands Clap your feet To the beat Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh (Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh) Woo-woo yeah Turn it up until it bangs your head Tear it down now mother don't play dead

Tired of love songs, tired of love Wanna go home, whoa Just wanna go home, wanna go home I'm so tired of love songs, tired of love songs So tired of love songs, tired of love songs I, I, oh I, yeah Trying my best to meet somebody But everybody around

Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh It's finally coming into focus (Focus) You're lying and I think you know it But you're too afraid to face the storm you helped create Yeah, this is bullshit (Bullshit) And did you think I wouldn't notice? (Notice) Cracks in your theory

(Yeah, I'm free, yeah, I'm free, yeah) But, whoa, at least I am free, oh, oh, I am free See, whoa, c’est la vie Maybe something’s wrong with me I don’t do yoga, never tried Pilates Not many people want me at their parties Tryna find my place, some place,

Whoa whoa whoa Here's one for the underdogs Let 'em hear you ya'll Well hell yeah they might get knocked down But everybody loves how they don't stay down for long Pretty soon they're ten feet tall From odds stacked, can't win, to the comeback kid Yeah

In the basement, whoa down in the basement Oh, now tell me where can you party, child, all night long? In the basement, down in the basement, yeah. Oh where can you go when your money gets low? And if a storm is taking place, you can jam and still be

Whoa-a-whoa-a-whoa And I don't know which side to take Whoa-a-whoa-ooo-o And people try and calm me down (it can only get better) It's just the way it is Yeah, it's all right Whoa-a-whoa-a-whoa There's a war between my head and my heart

Baby, what'd I say? Tell your momma, tell your pa, Gonna move you back to Arkansas. All right, baby what'd I say? Whoa, all right, baby what'd I say? Oh baby, oh baby. All right, baby, what'd I say? Oh, all right, yeah. Yeah, what'd I say?