Lyrics:
(And he talks like love)
Makes me feel alright
(Makes me feel alright)
In the middle of the night
(In the middle of the night)
Na na na na!
(And he talks like love)
Makes me feel alright
(Makes me feel alright)
In the middle of the night
(In the middle of the night)
Na na na na!
(And he talks like love)
Makes me feel alright
(Makes me feel alright)
In the middle of the night
(In the middle of the night)
Na na na na!
start over right back where we began
By your side boy here I stand
If you're looking for a lover
Then baby here I
Am You got my heart in your hands
If
and trouble are my middle name
I was raised in the cane-brake by an old mama lion
Cain't no a high-tone woman make me walk the line
You load sixteen tons
and trouble are my middle name
I was raised in the canebrake by an ol' mama lion
Cain't no-a high-toned woman make me walk the line
You load sixteen tons,
In the middle of the night,
When you high,
I just wait you by my side,
I like that.
Only you make me feel right, come by,
All the way you get me
Taxed and regulated by the federal government.
I’m gonna call up a talk show
I’m gonna give ‘em a piece
I don’t give a damn about Iran
Or the Middle
I was looking for a cheap car in the Sunday classifieds
When an ad jumped out and hit me right between my bugged out eyes
It was a two year old
a couple of broads get him right up in the air
Mile high club get him right up in there
Send my nigga some gear like he never missed a year
By the time
That girl wanna give it up (right there)
That girl wanna give it up (right there)
That girl wanna give it up (to Pharrell)
That girl wanna give it
bass drum
Losing all equilibrium
It's so hard in the middle of the week
Maybe this woman's just all I need
Oh no, not again
It hurts so good
I
wrong and right
Are not black and white
Everything falls in the middle
Oh self doubt
Surrounds you in the night
You suddenly find yourself running
too specific
I want a good girl who can help me curb my bad habits
But down to party and turn up the jukebox like Joan Jett
A soft-spoken, freaky,
fiddle
And he's right there in the middle
Of that same old crowd
That piano sure is ringin'
And that singer up there singin'
Sure is singin' loud
Without
hands up in the air!
It's a middle finger affair, yeah
(That's right, bitch, fuck 'em all)
I do my dirt all by my lonely
Don't need no phony homie to call
wit'
shoes by Joan and David
when I was in the whip I asked for dome, she gave it
"Ooh, I taste it"
"Ooh, my favorite"
that girl had me out my thug
I
with you, through and through
Down in the flatlands, way down in Key West
I got both my feet planted square on the ground
Got my right hand high
You were in the right
Until you're left stuck in the middle
I still wonder why
You gave it all for such a little
You
Tell me you're only
It's not just one thing, not just one thing
I want all of it, huh
Mmm
Emotionally, physically, diving right in to me
Mmm
Emotionally, physically,
below the Marlboro man, above the right field wall
We do the wave all by ourself
Hey ump, a blind man could've made that call
We like our beer flat
And terrorized by treble
I'm open to change my mood but
I always get caught in the middle
And i get tired of dj's
Why's it always what he plays
I'm gonna
I've been down one time
And I've been down two times
But right now I'm drowning
Drowning in the sea of love
I've been out here so very long
I
I've been down one time
And I've been down two times
But right now I'm drowning
Drowning in the sea of love
I've been out here so very long
I
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