Have I ever told you How good it feels to hold you It isn't easy to explain And though I'm really trying I think I may start crying My heart can't wait
You've got to pick up the pieces C'mon, sort your trash You better pull yourself back together Maybe you've got too much cash Better call, call the law
Aey oh, let's go Aey oh, let's go Aey oh, let's go Aey oh, let's go They're formin' in a straight line They're goin' through a tight one The kids are
Without you baby, it's like a suicide I need you baby, well I just can't hide I miss you honey, when it's cold outside, oh yeah I miss your body baby
Bop 'til you drop Bop 'til you drop Bop 'til you drop Bop 'til you drop No matter what you just can't stop Bop 'til you drop Bop 'til you drop Stick
Woke up thinking 'bout you today Why does it have to be this way? We drove each other crazy Bye, bye, babe, bye, bye, baby Well, I guess it's over and
One, two, three, four Well I'm goin' out west where I belong Where the days are short and the nights are long And I'll walk and they'll walk I'll twist
Intoxicated by the orchids abandoned in the garden Demanding morphine curse my soul is burning Stranded in the sweet wonderings Breathing the pale moon
I can't get you outta my mind, oh no no I can't get you outta my mind, oh no no I can't get you outta my mind I can't get you outta my mind, oh no no
I can't seem to make you mine I can't seem to make you mine You're flyin' around like a bee Hurtin' everything you see I tried everything I know To
Wondering what I'm doing tonight I've been in the closet and feel all right Ran out of carbona, Mom threw out the glue Ran out of paint and roach spray
I can't stand still cause you've got me goin Your slacks are low and your hips are showin I take you girl as you're standing there Your low cut slacks
Got into a cab, Broadway 59, took off like a blast Almost lost my mind, oh oh ho, cabbie's on crack It first felt like at thrill ride, excited for a
Tipper, what's that sticker stickin' on my CD? Is that some kind of warnin' to protect me? Freedom of choice needs a stronger, stronger voice You can
Oh, oh, oh Sitting here with nothin' to do Sitting here thinkin' only of you But you'll never get out of there She'll never get out of there Texas chain
Standing here in front of the mirror It's gonna be alright tonight Feelin' hot, yeah, I'm on fire I'm never ever goin' to tire Tonight, it's gonna be
I know a place Where the kids all dance I know a place In Paris, France Chop Suey [x2] I know a place Where they really move, yeah Whomp bomp flip
Somebody call me on the phone Say, "Hey hey hey, is Arty home? You wanna take a walk, you wanna go cop? You wanna go get some Chinese rock?" I'm livin