Can you please bring my bottles to my booth? (Where my bottles?) Me, I know just what to do to get 'em loose I pull up and my car ain't got no roof (Fuck with me) All these bitches say that I'm the truth (Fuck with me) I know just what to do to get 'em

You don't find what you're looking for You're missing what you had before You change your mind, I'll be waiting here You just want to come home One day eventually Yeah, I know One day I'll have to let it all go

Put your hands up, (hey) put your hands up. (hey) Everything I have, everything I own, All my mistakes, fan, you already know. I wanna be free, (free) I wanna be free. (free) Everything I have, (have) everything I own, Everything I have, (have)

My, my, my, my, my, my, my Galway girl But she fell in love with an English man Kissed her on the neck and then I took her by the hand She played the fiddle in an Irish band Said, "Baby, I just wanna dance" You know, she played the fiddle in an Irish

What's sleepin' in our soul I don't know what it is that makes me feel alive I don't know how to wake the things that sleep inside I only want to see the light that shines behind your eyes Because we need each other We believe in one another I know we're

Now I know, I lost you a long time ago I could have been So many things But it would never be enough for you I was the one You counted on But I was never the one for you If it was all a mistake Then I guess we're both to blame

You really know how to make me cry When you gimme those ocean eyes I've never fallen from quite this high Falling into your ocean eyes Those ocean eyes I've been watching you For some time

Away from Hollywood girls in the Valley I know that all 'em Tweets you posting is about me I'll stay out of Cali for a while I would know exactly how you felt but we don't talk now Used to hold you naked in my arms, I know you're gone now Everything was

In the hearts of men In the arms of mothers In the parts we play to convince others We know what we're doing We're doing it right May have written books on the subject But then you may still be surprised By your tone over the phone To your sister while

And I just wanna tell you And I wish I could run to you. And I hope you know that every time I don't I bet this time of night you're still up. I bet you're tired from a long hard week. I bet you're sitting in your chair by the window looking out at the