What's got you so jumpy?. Why can't you sit still, yeah?. Like gasoline you want to pump me. And leave me when you get your fill, yeah. Every time I touch you honey you get hot.
I, I, I'm uneducated, my clothes outdated. I don't stand politically correct. I still hate small talk, dig fast cars and hard rock. Still like talkin' about sex, sex, sex, sex.
Baby, will you be my girl. Kristi, will you be my girl. I'll take you to a better place,. There's no pain and no disgrace in a perfect world. . We'll drive that ragtop cadillac.
On a cold night in a hotel in New Orleans. Came the final blow. And somehow, somewhere we lost sight. In our search for that pot of gold. . And all that happened I don't understand.
A verdict heard by the jury's word, they're lying. I watch as the victims of the slave ships battle with the demons inside. But no wrong ever righted or proved by the innocent dying.
When I lost my way. You were my light. When the others wronged me. You did me right. . When I look in your eyes. Don't tell me lies. You tell me the truth.
There's a rose on the bed. A letter that I wrote what you mean to me. Words I wished I'd said,. Were still in my head, now I pray you'd see. . I don't know how to tell you that I miss you, baby.
He swears he'll love you by candlelight. And for a while things seem all right. And for a moment he hides. The devil that lies inside. . And then one night in a fit of rage.
Well it's boy meets girl and it starts a fire. The two hearts burn in pure desire. A candle burns the midnight oil. Lust to love and raise the spoil. .
I could only write a love song if I was in love. I could only write a sad song if things werent enough. If I could only write the best song for you then I would.
Backdoors and windows down. Streetlights in worn out towns. Bad lies and words around. To find our own way out. . Long days and fading light. Chances that took our eyes.
You're my fatal attraction. Oh, no, I can't stop. You're my midnight fantasy. You're my cream of the crop. . I'm comin' home girl. I'm comin' home. . You're my soaking wet ecstasy.
A single strand of your hair. Lying still in my bed. What am I supposed to do. I close my eyes. Envision you. Where you are and Ill see you soon. But theres something missing now.
You know I never, I've never seen you look so good. You never act the way you should. But I like it. And I know you like it too. The way that I want you.
Take no prisoners she wrote. But we knew that it would. Hit the wall. And still we made the call. . And somehow we knew that we had to. But chose not to see (not to see).