American lady Good old american child American lady Good old american child I've been around every single town - london to tokyo I've seen the world
I'm getting bogged down And tired of your pretty voice And keeping your body in bed is getting me mighty annoyed About your love makin', I ain't gettin
In the day we sweat it out in the streets of a runaway American dream At night we ride through mansions of glory in suicide machines Sprung from cages
Well you got the hands of a man and the face of a little boy blue-ue And when you stand you're so grand there's a case just for looking at you-oo oo-
Well, bless my soul. What's wrong with me? I'm itchin' like a man on a fuzzy tree My friends say I'm acting queer as a bug I'm in love I'm all shook
Riding down the highway Finding time to do it my way No destination Heading for that open skyway And I can't trust love no more No I can't trust love
When the night closes in When you're alone The game begins I made you hurt Made you cry Oh that's the truth I got no cause to lie I found another Ifound
Standing on the edge of nowhere Wishing I could chase these blues away Got to find a reason somewhere Try to live my life another way Who can make me
Now I'm done playing with fools And I've paid all my childhood dues I find the mountain much steeper to climb Am I just one of the crowd? I decided
on up. Let her come let her go. She can jive Down in Devil Gate Drive [Chorus] [Spoken:] "Come on, boys. Let's do it one more time for Suzi! Are you
Ride me, ride you We do anything we wanna do Speed you, speed me, you're my machine Daytona demon, Daytona demon Daytona demon, Daytona demon Ride up
Well you may not have his points of view But as a matter of fact I think you're downright rude To take some people apart the way you do So here we are
I saw you walking down the street you were new My heart it nearly skipped a beat and I knew You were not the lovin' kind - too cool And I curse the you
Well you call your mamma tiger And we all know you are lying And your boyfriend's name is eagle And he lives up in the sky (high high) Watch out the
I was getting into double vision I was nearly blinded by emotion Took me by surprise I lost control Suddenly I felt my senses goin' Fade away Picture
I got some money in my pocket I got my car keys in my hand I got myself a couple of tickets To see a rockin' rollin' band Come on girl just get on your
Well I've been thinking about you all day Though my thoughts run wild, they won't run away And I just can't stand it, if I don't think you're thinking
Friday's got her mind on lovin' Her evil eyes are on you, boy It promises to be a nightime Of uninterrupted joy...joy...joy What's she doing. Who's
