I'll tell ya that I love you,. if it makes everything alright. I just wanna hold you,. I've got something to prove tonight. I'm tired of the telephone,.
Get an angel on the left hand. And a devil on the right. She's gonna raise a little hell. Up in heaven tonight. . She likes the lightning run. But she never gets burned.
Yeah, Crying. Yeah, Sleeping. Yeah, Kicking. Yeah, Keeping. All this pain inside of me. . There ain't no monetary value, baby. Just heart and soul. Hustle us down to the river, child.