Hey good lookin' What you got cookin' I need it on a Saturday night Don't know if I fall In a rock n' roll hall That sound is just what I like So turn it up, turn it up, make it louder than hell Turn...
Gypsy woman told my momma, before I was born You got a boy-child comin', gonna be a son-of-a-gun Gonna make these pretty women, jump and shout And the world will only know, a-what it's all about...
Loneliness cries deep from my soul, Keeps trying to tell me about the world growing so cold. Too many people trying to take from my Earth, But we can't live without controlling our birth. Deep inside...
You put me down,That's what I said I hit the clouds and you kicked me in the head Ain't that a strange thing for you to do I'll never Get it now together we were new I don't need this, you don't want...
Why dontcha, come to my place I'll try to, put a smile on your face Why dontcha, leave him behind You know that he ain't your kind Since you left me, my heart's been out in the street And my soul is...
You don't know what's happening, you want to go home But there's nowhere to hide You walk out on stage, your first time alone The crowd's going wild And you feel so alive You could stand up and take...