You’re takin’ to me good Just like you know you should You get me on my knees Please, baby, please She looks so great, everytime I see her face She put me in a state (Oh, state of shock)
Top coat, top hat I don’t worry, ’cause my wallet’s fat Black shades, white glove Lookin’ sharp, lookin’ for love They come a-runnin’ just as fast as they can ‘Cause every girl’s crazy ’bout a sharp-dressed man, hey
Oh, what’s love, got to do, got to do with it? What’s love but a second-hand emotion? What’s love got to do, got to do with it? Who needs a heart, when a heart can be broken?
M-E-T-H-O-D-O-F-L-O-V-E It’s the method of modern love
Owner of a lonely heart Owner of a lonely heart Much better than the Owner of a broken heart Owner of a lonely heart
We’re not gonna take it, no We ain’t gonna take it We’re not gonna take it any more
Neunundneunzig Luftballons Auf ihrem Weg zum Horizont Hielt man fuer UFOs aus dem All Darum schickte ein General
Hello, gotta cut loose Footloose Kick off my Sunday shoes Please, Louise Blow me offa my knees Jack, get back Come on before we crack Loose, you’re loose Everybody cut footloose
So why don’t you use it Try not to bruise it Fine time to lose it
Bang your head Mental health’ll drive ya mad Bang your head Mental health’ll drive ya mad
Relax, don’t do it When you want to go to it Relax, don’t do it When you want to come Relax, don’t do it When you want to sock it to it Relax, don’t do it When you wanna come When you wanna come When you want to come!…