Get fired up We're going interstellar Lit, like a supernova Blow it up, go Clap your hands to these bars Let the journey begin Outta this world What you are (who) Lil Jon (yeah)

Nah nah nah I haven't seen you in ages Sometimes I find myself wondering where you are For me you'll always be eighteen And beautiful and dancing away with my heart I finally asked you to dance on the last slow song Beneath that moon that was really a

Who are you? Who, who, who, who? (Ooh wa, ooh wa, ooh wa, ooh wa, ooh wa, ooh) (Who are you?) (Who, who, who, who?) Well, who are you? (who are you? who, who, who, who?) I really wanna know I woke up in a Soho doorway A policeman knew my name

Someone to watch over me Won't you tell him please to put on some speed Follow my lead, oh, how I need There's a saying old, says that love is blind Still we're often told, "seek and ye shall find" So I'm going to seek a certain lad I've had in mind

And I won't be back till fall Oh see, see see rider Girl see, what you've done Oh, oh, oh see see rider See what you've done now You've gone away and left me, Lord, now and now the blues have come, oh yes, they do Oh, well I'm goin', goin' away baby Oh

Fourteenth of February , eighteen ninety nine. Odessa, How strong am I? The British ship Veronica was lost without a sign. Baa baa black sheep, you haven't any wool. Captain Richardson left himself a lonely wife in Hull. Cherub, I lost a ship in the

You tell me that you love me, I don't know what I would do Goin' through the motions, I'm just tryna make it through If you wasn't by my side, will I be able to move? It's hard to keep in touch when I'm always on the move La-da-da-da-da (Tryna make it

I'm livin' two different lives One girl in the day You in the night And even though this ain't right I just can't get enough Of the way you put it down You really got me trippin' Hold up baby girl Don't talk just listen

All the pretty girls on a Saturday night Let it be, and come to me with the look in your eyes Well you break and take all the words from my mouth I wish all the pretty girls were shakin' me down But not you, When all the pretty girls can't measure to you

You couldn't let it be You could of let me bleed Instead it seems you keep rubbing salt in the wound You could of let me heal I hate the way it feels Now I suffer still your rubbing salt in the wound. Being dead must be better than this. Already hurts