: You got a broken heart that just won't fix You can't stop crying 'cause you miss your miss Get her out of your head Try someone new instead and feel
: Baby I want to put some mileage on your lovebike I want you out on the road with my testosterone make you feel alright Now honey it's about time you
: I was born of fire, baptized in sweat I walk alone when the sun sets My heart is hard and my blood is cold From getting kicked in the teeth I'm too
: This is the time This is the place I'm gonna make it happen baby I'm on the make And there might be a million other people trying to do what I do but
: Washington D.C. is pretty but it ain't my city I need a town where I can get down I follow traces of faces of people baby and when they get it on the
: Hello Miss World and all your beautiful girls New York to Chicago London to Toronto I think about ya every night The time we had felt so right 'Cause
: She slides in the room like a snake She's got a man at home but she's on the make She's a woman but she acts like a little girl I don't know why I
: I love to play my rock'n'roll but I've played the Blues before Had my share of broken hearts but I don't play the Blues no more So if you meet the
: I wanna ride with you honey I wanna roll around the kitchen floor I wanna fight with you honey So we can make up and make love some more You gotta
: I'm gonna try, do everything I wanna do I'm gonna do everything I always wanted to I'm gonna live when I look my fears right in the eye I'm gonna learn
: Man, I'm so sick of this town Get me the hell out now Mama don't wanna talk to me Daddy, he just wears a frown All the girls got boyfriends Man, I
: Rule number one: I'm gonna drive you wild I'm not gonna stop until you're satisfied You're gonna be the envy of all your girlfriends When they find
: I love your black dress, your red lips, your long legs, your high heels I love your thigh-high boots, your snake skin one-piece suit Yeah you really
: My mama raised a devil child Now mama's got a good reason to cry I walk along the old dirt road Not allot in my pocket but a pocket of soul My papa
: Bring it up I'm hoping when I do you it's gonna be a good time I never try to hurry up I take my time Pretty girls pretty girls sexy girls please call
: All you pretty ladies pass me by and turn your heads But when I get on stage you can't keep you eyes off me I say too little too late, I'm walking
: She's gone out for the call With a cocaine nose and a nose job She wore her pants so tight wasn't too bright It doesn't matter much when you're a sight
: I know a girl she's a shy girl don?t say much but I've got a hunch she's got another side she likes to hide in the back of her head in the front