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Jonas Brothers [The Bonus Jonas Edition] (Jonas Brothers) · Thats the Way I Like It (Offer Nissim) · Jonas Brothers [Instrumental Version] (Jonas Brothers) · Party Musical: Tribute to the Jonas Brothers (Hit Crew) · Jonas Brothers (Jonas Brothers) · Jonas Brothers (Jonas Brothers) · Jonas Brothers (Jonas Brothers) · Jonas Brothers [Bonus Tracks] (Jonas Brothers) · Jonas Brothers (Jonas Brothers) · Jonas Brothers [13 Tracks] (Jonas Brothers) – and 90 other albums »


this love inside me,
And I've just got to see,
If that rock won't roll.
Instrumental Break.
I've got all this love inside me,
And I've just got
wild, we are free
We are more than you think
So call us freaks
But that's just the way we roll

You got moves, I've got shoes, let's go dancing
Pop
on the corner
Now I rock a teller suit, looking like a owner
No I'm not a Jonas, brother I'm a grown up
No I'm not a virgin, I use my cojones
I moved onward,
more than you think
So call us freaks
But that's just the way we roll

You got moves
I've got shoes
Let's go dancing
Pop and lock
Battle dance against
dragging hand clap over every dragging beat
That's just the beat of time the beat that must go on
If you've been trying for years we already heard your song
more than you think
So call us freaks
But that's just the way we roll

You got moves
I've got shoes
Let's go dancing
Pop and lock
Battle dance against
his head and say, "Damn, oh, that's you?"
But by the 'Black Album', I was blackin' out
Party at S.O.B's and we had packed the crowd

Big brother got
by The Black Album I was blacking out
Party at S.O.B's and we had packed the crowd
Big brother got his show up in Madison Square
And I'm like yea, yea
that's the way to get mass appeal
Y'all ain't heard that wow
The brothers ain't feeling your style
You get stoned play over the radio right now

Where
the honey
A-ooo-wee 
Baby, way there over there by the apple tree

Now, look-a-there
She kind-a, big n' fat
Now, look-a-there 
A-but it ain't like that
Now,
the damn thing

I want sex in the kitchen over by the stove
I want put you on the counter by the buttered rolls
Hands on the table, on your tippy toes
We
)

(Get a shot a-rhythm and blues)
With just a little rock n roll on the side
Just for good measure
(Get a pair of dancin' shoes)
With your lover by
don't fake mine, I do this the fair way
Snitches get stitches, blown away and left on display
Hung by the grapevine, I just kicked a chair away
Let me be
a teller suit, looking like a owner
No I'm not a Jonas, brother I'm a grown up
No I'm not a virgin, I use my cojones
I moved onward, the only direction
Can't
wear a teller suit, looking like a owner
No I'm not a Jonas, Brother I'm a grown up
No I'm not a virgin, I use my cahonas

I moved onward, the only
on the corner
Now I wear a teller suit, looking like a owner
No I'm not a Jonas, Brother I'm a grown up
No I'm not a virgin, I use my cahonas

I moved
Don't roll over, don't play dead
We're all livin' on the razor's edge

Oh brother to brother, all the blood runs ruby red
We're all victims
know the way it's supposed to be
Silver people on the shoreline let us be
Talkin' very free and easy

[Instrumental (Organ)]

Horror grips us as we
Flash by the mirror, make sure you're lookin fine, oh yeah! 
Car waitin' outside, your momma sittin' by your side 

Hey, we'll take that midnight ride
Wish for your brother.
Oh, the dice roll so deceptively
For we three.

It was just another Saturday
And ev'rything was in the key of A.
And I lit
as a good as it gets/gets/straight butter hits

Now, come on y'all, get live get down
What we have is a brand new sound
So don't none of y'all just be
We walk together from the darkness to the light.

Brothers and sisters joining hands along the way,
Change got to come and I say, roll on that day.
voice be heard
(my brother)
Let there be peace on earth
(oh, if we could just get it together)
'til it's felt around the world...

We're running out
Don't roll over, don't play dead
We're all livin' on the razor's edge

Oh brother to brother, all the blood runs ruby red
We're all victims
fancy cars
Just to cover up the fact that he stays out all night in bars
If you can't see, then maybe he's not meant to be

A gentleman is so 1995, so