You know the bed feels warmer. Sleeping here alone. You know I dream in color. And do the things I want. You think you got the best of me. Think you've had the last laugh. Bet you think that everythin
. Days, buddy, scratching off the walls. Sitting, passing, selling my convictions. All I need someone to take me back to paradise You're my last vice. Baby, baby, baby. You're my last vice You're my
Wild is the wind. That strips away our sins. Yours is the night but you. You don't know where to begin But I heard you say you've got a feeling. That it's just around the bend. I heard you say so
Vice President Fruitley. Vice President Fruitley. C'mon to where you need to go. Vice President Fruitley. . I think you know where I'm goin'. This song is all about you. I wanna be with you
. What's your vice?. You know we won't compromise. So let me show you. Some-thing super beau-ti-ful. Lets rock the boat. The magic is unstoppable!. For on the floor. It's the rhythm you've been wai
. What's your vice?. You know we won't compromise. So let me show you. Some-thing super beau-ti-ful. Lets rock the boat. The magic is unstoppable!. For on the floor. It's the rhythm you've been wai
the glory. And now it's time to do or die. Break out tonight You wanna make your dreams reality. But somethin's got you caught in a vice. They'll try to tear you down and fit you in. So, break open
Pop music 101. Some simple instructions, for a good first impression. Now lets start with verse one. A minor chord tensions grow, fade in the bass like so. Now with momentum go. Stop. And bring
words. I can't stop me, I can't stop me. (Icy!). I can't stop me, I can't stop me. Miami vice, with the L. A. lights. We joyride, late in the night. I don't mind, you know what you like. Yeah you
of stars. Murals on city walls. I don't see nobody but you. You're my vice, you're my muse. You're a nineteenth-floor view. I don't see nobody but you. Boy, you got me hooked on to something. Who could
