Damn, I got these bitches on lock doh They drag me in the house and then they lock door They fighting for the number one spot though, whoa I got these bitches on lock doh Man have got, damn, I've got And I got, 'cause man have got 10 o'clock that man are

Whoa oh oh oh oh oh oh oh Keep on dancin' till the world ends To the next level, baby Baby, let me blow your mind I can't take it, take it, take no more Never felt like, felt like this before C'mon get me, get me on the floor DJ whatcha, whatcha waitin'

Whoa oh oh oh oh We get real low, we get real high It ain’t all good baby but it’s all right This is real life in the real world We ain’t talking to no models We got real girls Well I grew up in a real town Where the prom queen had a plastic crown

Whoa, I'm like the Dead Sea Like the Dead Sea You told me I was like the Dead Sea You'll never sink when you are with me The finest words you ever said to me I was born to be, be your Dead Sea Oh Lord, I'm your Dead Sea Honey can't you see I stood alone,

So whatever to keep me on (keep me on), keep me on your mind I do what I gotta do To be that one for you, oh, whoa I said I do what I gotta do Whatever to keep me on (keep me on), keep me on your mind I'll be that one for you, oh, whoa, yeah (oh, na, na,

When it comes to cutting ties, girl, I'm like a pro, whoa, whoa I tell you what you wanna know, oh, whoa You're prolly better on your own, oh, no Runnin' through my weed, yeah One, two, been thinking long and hard this morning Three, four, it's hard to

(La, la-la-la, la, la, la) I go a swingin' school Whoa-whoa-whoa (Ah, Bobby, ah) (We're glad you go to a swingin' school) (Whoa-oh, whoa-oh) Chicks (ah)

Just like the cigarettes hurt I guess I'm never gonna learn Just like the whiskey burns, whoa wohoa I am rock and roll, living a life we can only dream of They said that self destruction I stopped below and for along My only home is the bottom of the

Welcome to the new age, to the new age Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, oh, I'm radioactive, radioactive Whoa, oh, oh I'm waking up, I feel it in my bones Enough to make my systems blow I'm breaking in, shaping up, then checking out on the prison bus

Whoa-oh-oh-oh Funny how a melody sounds like a memory Like a soundtrack to a July Saturday night Springsteen To this day when I hear that song I see you standin' there all night long Discount shades, store bought tan Flip flops and cut-off jeans