She's like the wind through my tree. She rides the night next to me. She leads me through moonlight. Only to burn me with the sun. She's taken my heart.
Well, she's all you'd ever want. She's the kind I like to flaunt and take to dinner. But she always knows her place. She's got style, she's got grace, she's a winner.
Plowin' these fields in the hot summer sun. Over by the gate lordy here she comes. With a basket full of chicken and a big cold jug of sweet tea. I make a little room and she climbs on up.
Talk to me. Tell me your name. You blow me off like it's all the same. You lit a fuse and now I'm ticking away. Like a bomb. Yeah, baby. . Talk to me.
Aw, aw baby, yeah. Ooh yea, huh, listen to this. . Spy on me, baby, use satellite. Infrared to see me move through the night. Aim gonna fire shoot me right.
I let it fall, my heart. And as it fell, you rose to claim it. It was dark and I was over. Until you kissed my lips and you saved me. . My hands, they're strong.
[** feat. Philip Lawrence:]. . Her Heart Is Racing*. And The Room Is Heating Up. And Her Eyes Are Glazing. But She Still Can't Get Enough. . The Beat Is Bumping Now Shes Blowing Up Blowing Up.
[** feat. Philip Lawrence:]. . Her Heart Is Racing*. And The Room Is Heating Up. And Her Eyes Are Glazing. But She Still Can't Get Enough. . The Beat Is Bumping Now Shes Blowing Up Blowing Up.
Well, we got no choice. All the girls and boys. Makin' all that noise. 'Cause they found new toys. . Well, we can't salute ya. Can't find a flag. If that don't suit ya.
A few stolen moments is all that we share. You've got your family, and they need you there. Though I've tried to resist, being last on your list. But no other man's gonna do.
Well, I walk into the room. Passing out hundred dollar bills. And it kills and it thrills. Like the horns on my Silverado grill. And I buy the bar a double round of Crown.
[** feat. Philip Lawrence:]. . Her Heart Is Racing*. And The Room Is Heating Up. And Her Eyes Are Glazing. But She Still Can't Get Enough. . The Beat Is Bumping Now Shes Blowing Up Blowing Up.
Heard she got that fire right?. Type to make you leave your wife. Got you loco for her cocoa chocoholic late at night. Thinking that she love you right, wrong.
I knew it when I saw you ba-by. You'd wan-na come back home with me. You want to ex-plore your fan-ta-sy. The things you nev-er done be-fore in life. So you came a-long with me.
initializing death, comprimising conflict. war is not a solution. violence is no resort. when will any one understand. . SHOCK! shock and awe. do we have a chance? not with!.
We sang songs of defiance. Now I'm really not sure if you're part of that anymore. You can "take a look around the world and see that all mass media are owned and controlled by conservative capitalists" and now thanks to you, so is punk rock! You taught me to rebel! You taught me to give em hell! Now you just sing to sell! We asked for "a band who played loud and hard every night", "our arenas just basements across an underground America." "Just give me a scene where the music is free", and you don't pay 15 bucks for a fucking cd, "turn those clapping hands into angry balled fists", because the underground punks are pissed! (We're gonna take back everything you stole!) You taught me to rebel! You taught me to give em hell! Now you just sing to sell!.
Tell me who's watching me... . Every day there's camera's flashin'. I hide behind dark sunglasses. Everyone wants to take a shot. Cuz nobody has what I got.
Late night contemplating on the words to say.. Got set the record straight.. I can't pretend I'm alright.. I give in to the night.. . She got me on the edge and slippin..