Send "You And Me" Ringtones to Cell

When I get home from work,
I wanna wrap myself around you.
I wanna take you and squeeze you
Til the passion starts to rise.

I wanna take you to heaven.
That would make my day complete.

But you and me ain't no movie stars.
What we are is what we are.
We share a bed,
some lovin',
and TV, yeah.
And that's enough for a workin' man.
What I am is what I am.
And I tell you, babe,
well that's enough for me.

Sometimes when you're asleep
and I'm just starin' at the ceiling,
I wanna reach out and touch you,
but you just go on dreamin'.

If I could take you to heaven,
that would make my day complete.

But you and me ain't no movie stars.
What we are is what we are.
We share a bed,
some lovin',
and TV, yeah.
That's enough for a workin' man.
What I am is what I am.
And I tell you, sweetheart
that's just enough for me.

You and me ain't no super stars.
What we are is what we are.
We share a bed,
some popcorn,
and TV, yeah.
And that's enough for a workin' man.
What I am is what I am.
And I tell you, babe,
you're just enough for me.

When I get home from work,
I wanna wrap myself around you.
I like to hold you squeeze you
Til the passion starts to rise.

I wanna take you to heaven.
That would make my day complete.

You and me ain't no movie stars.
What we are is what we are.
We share a bed,
of lovin',
and TV, yeah.
And that's enough for a workin' man.
What I am well that's what I am.
I tell you, baby,
that's just enough for me.

Send "Years Ago" Ringtones to Cell

Here I go again
Up and down alone
All my friends went home
Years ago

All my toys are broken and
So am I inside mom
The carnival has closed
Years ago

I'm a little boy
No, I'm a great big man
No, let's be a little boy
For a little while longer
Maybe an hour?

No Steven
you have to go back now
Isn't that our mom calling?
"Steven, Steven,Steven come home!Steven"

Send "Years Ago" Ringtones to Cell

Here I go again
Up and down alone
All my friends went home
Years ago

All my toys are broken and
So am I inside mom
The carnival has closed
Years ago

I'm a little boy
No, I'm a great big man
No, let's be a little boy
For a little while longer
Maybe an hour?

No Steven
you have to go back now
Isn't that our mom calling?
"Steven, Steven,Steven come home!Steven"

Send "You Drive Me Nervous" Ringtones to Cell

Yeah, you
Seem so civilized
Your mama's tryin
To run your life
Your daddy's tryin
To pick your wife
Oh no

Yeah, you run around
With all that hair
They just don't like
Those rags you wear
You say
I'm gonna pack up my stuff
I'm gonna run away

And then you say
You drive me nervous, nervous
And then I said
You drive me nervous, nervous, nervous, oh

Nervous, nervous, nervous, nervous, whoa-oh-oh
Aaah

You're out of state
You're thrown in jail
You ain't got the bread
To pay the bail
Your mom and papa come up and said
"Honey, where did we fail?"

And then you scream
You drive me nervous, nervous
And then I screamed
You drive me nervous, nervous, nervous, oh

Nervous, nervous, nervous, nervous, whoa-oh-oh

You drive me ne-ne-ne-nervous
Ne-ne-ne-nervous
You drive me nervous
Whoa

Send "You Gotta Dance" Ringtones to Cell

We like to throw our bodies around
We like to feel each other
We're all slaves when we hear that sound
says dance
says dance
says ya gotta dance
says dance
and there ain't no two ways about it
We're all compelled to rise and thrust
when we all move together
We're all hypnotized by savage lust
says dance
says dance
says ya gotta dance
says dance
I'm so hot it makes me shiver
makes me wet
makes me slide
It's some spirit I'm possessed by
I can't stop
We just got to dance
dance
dance
We gotta blow when he says blow
And we gotta shake and shimmy
We got the strings tied to our soul
Says dance
says dance
says we gotta dance
(and I don't mean tomorrow)
says dance

Send "You Look Good In Rags" Ringtones to Cell

Yeah yeah

Yeah

I've seen cool, I've seen cold
I've seen the women up front, way down below
Ladies of the evening seet and some were like vipers
I've seen 'em dressed real tight, act real loose
I've seen 'em strutting good stuff, I've seen 'em all used
With thousand dollar faces and worth every penny they spend there

But you look good in rags
With dirt in your hair
Yeah you look good in rags babe
Oh, I don't care
(Ah, you look good)
Yes you look good in rags
With bones in your hair
Ah, you look good in anything
Ooh, I don't care

Now I've seen class, I've seen tack
I've seen 'em walking down the street with smoke in their stacks
And pouring into limos, they wake up in millionaires' bedrooms
I've seen their hair cut short, black and sleek
Tied in 20 thousand knots so ultra neat
Swearing by the Harper's Bazaar, like it were the Bible

But you look good in rags
With dirt in your hair
Yeah you look good in rags babe
Aw, I don't care
Yeah Yeah, you look good
Oh you look good in rags
With dirt in your hair
Ah yeah, you look good in anything
Forget about Vogue or them hundred dollar jeans,
You make a 2 dollar T-shirt obscene.

Rag

Rag Rag

Rag
Rag
Rag

Rag Rag

Rag

Rag

Rag

Rag

Rag Rag

Rag Rag
Rag
Rag

Rag Rag

Rag

Rag

Rag

Rag

Rag Rag
Rag
Rag Rag
Rag
Rag

Rag Rag

Rag

Rag

Rag

[repeat another 5 times - until fade with additional "Yeah Yeah"s]

Send "You Make Me Wanna" Ringtones to Cell

(Alice Cooper, Rick Boston, Ryan Roxie, Damon Johnson)
You're the star
You're the face
You got the look that I can't erase
You look the world right in the eye
Stare 'em down baby, make 'em cry

Well I know it don't make much sense
I'm in love with your innocence
What you got what I need
You took my breath
Now let me breathe
What you got what I need
I follow where you lead

You make me wanna
Woo-hoo-hoo
Yeah, you know you make me wanna
Woo-hoo-hoo
Oh, you make me wanna
Woo-hoo-hoo
Yeah, I think I gotta
Woo-hoo-hoo

You're the bomb
I'm the fuse
Light me up and turn me loose
You shake me up when you walk by
My heart is beatin' and my mouth is dry

Well I know it don't make much sense
But I'm in love with your innocence
What you got what i need
You took my breath
Now let me breathe
What you got what I need
I follow where you lead

You make me wanna
Woo-hoo-hoo
You know you make me wanna
Woo-hoo-hoo
Oh, you make me wanna
Woo-hoo-hoo
Yeah, I think I gotta
Woo-hoo-hoo

Woo-hoo-hoo
Woo-hoo-hoo
Woo-hoo-hoo
Woo-hoo-hoo

What you got what I need
You took my breath
Now let me breathe
What you got what I need
I follow where you lead

You make me wanna
Woo-hoo-hoo
You know you make me wanna
Woo-hoo-hoo
Oh, you make me wanna
Woo-hoo-hoo

What you got
Woo-hoo-hoo
Oh, i got to
Woo-hoo-hoo
What you got
yeah yeah yeah
woo-hoo-hoo
What you got
What you got
Woo-hoo-hoo
Woo-hoo-hoo
Woo-hoo-hoo

Send "Zorro's Ascent" Ringtones to Cell

Zorro lies dying
In the Spanish sun
All the women crying,
Especially the pretty ones
He drew his sword...
They came with guns

Stealing is stealing,
I've done lots of that
Now reach into my pocket, padre
Hide this gold pouch in your hat
And let the skinny peons
Feed upon the fat
It was liberated
From some aristocrat, eh?

So pray for him father,
You need not bother
'Cause I am the fox
And I go where I want
If heaven ignores me
The devil adores me
Yes, I am the fox
And I go where I want

Padre, don't it seem
Hundred years ago
Before I donned the mask
I'm Don Diego
Now there's only minutes left
For the cunning El Zorro
Go fetch my sword... my horse
I'll ride out death Diablo

So pray for him father,
You need not bother
'Cause I am the fox
And I go where I want
If heaven ignores me
The devil adores me
I am the fox
And I go where I want

Death you're running closer
And I can't keep this pace
Sir, I'm disadvantaged
And should I lose this race
Hand to me your deadliest wine
I'll give you back a taste
Before you burn your mark on me
I'll carve mine in your face

So pray for him, father
You need not bother
'Cause I am the fox
And I go where I want
When Satan annoys me
Then heaven employs me
'Cause I am the fox
And I go where I want to go
El Zorro

Send "Zombie Dance" Ringtones to Cell

(Alice Cooper, Rick Boston, Ryan Roxie)
Walkin' through the tombstones
Go there everyday
Stood damn still I got a chill
Someone walked across my grave

Stroll across the killing fields
In the middle of the night
Walked across the fire
In the cold moon light

Black cat crossed my pathway
Winks her juju eye
Cross myself and kiss this world goodbye

Nights alive with music
Puts me in a trance
Sneak up on the bonfire
Watch the zombies dance

My tongue is hot and burnin’
When I try to speak
Spirit is so willing
My flesh is gettin' weak
Yeah, it’s gettin' weak

Now I ain’t superstitious
Don’t roll no juju bones
Someone calls in the middle of the night
And no one's on the phone

Black cat crossed my pathway
Winks her juju eye
I crossed myself and kiss this world goodbye


I ain’t superstitious
Don’t roll no voodoo bones
Someone calls in the middle of the night
No ones on the phone

Nights alive with music
Nights alive with music

Send "Your Own Worst Enemy" Ringtones to Cell

(Alice Cooper, Ryan Roxie)
You're your own worst enemy
You're a walking catastrophe

You get up every morning on the wrong side of the bed
You butter your hand instead of the bread
Drink enough coffee to wake the dead.

You're doing 85 and the light is turning red
The judge took your license and forbid you to drive
And your heart is pumping bacon and you're barely alive

You're your own worst enemy
You're a walking catastrophe
You're at war with yourself and nobody else
You're a danger. You're a danger

You trip on your shoelace and fall on your face
Your hair is a mess, your clothes a disgrace
Your stocks went south and your girlfriend is gay
Your dog ate your cat and that was your good day

You're your own worst enemy
You're a walking catastrophe
You're at war with yourself and nobody else
You're a danger

You're your own worst enemy
You're a walking catastrophe
You're at war with yourself and nobody else
You're a danger. You're a danger
To every stranger
You're a mess
Yes, yes

Send "You Want It, You Got It" Ringtones to Cell

You want money - mm
You want lots of love - ah
Want a Ferrari - zoom
Oh, don't you get enough - ah, too bad
Hmm, I can get it

You want it, you got it
You want it, you got it

Mmm ... OK ...
Alright - anything can be arranged

You want it, you got it
You want it, you got it

(You want it)
If you want it, if you want it, if you want it
(You got it)
Then you got it, then you got it, then you got it
(You want it)
If you want it, if you want it, if you want it
(You got it)
Then you got it, then you got it, then you got it
(You want it)
If you want it, if you want it, if you want it
(You got it)
Then you g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-got it
You got it

You want Chateaubriand for breakfast every day - OK
You want some Spanish lover to lay in bed all day - Ole
... ooh, mm
Alright

(You want it)
Yeah you want it
(You got it)
Ooh, you got it
(You want it, you got it)
(You want it, you got it)

(You want it)
If you want it, if you want it, if you want it
(You got it)
Then you got it, then you got it, then you got it
(You want it)
If you want it, if you want it, if you want it
(You got it)
Then you got it, then you got it, then you got it
(You want it)
If you want it, if you want it, if you want it want it
(You got it)
Then you got it, then you got it, then you got it got it
(You want it)
If you want it, if you want it, if you want it want it
(You got it)
Then you got it, then you g-g-g-g-g-g-got it
(You want it)
If you want it, if you w-w-w-w-w-w-want it
(You got it)
Then you got it, then you g-g-g-g-g-g-got it
(You want it)
If you want it, if you want it, if you want it
(You got it)
Then you got it, then you got it, then you got it

Send "(No More) Love At Your Convenience" Ringtones to Cell

Your childish game is over now.
Lost your power over night some how.
Better see it ain't gonna be like it used to be.

No more love at your convenience.
No more love at your command.
No more love at your convenience.
Lots of time late at night, I really needed you.

I'm telling you tonight's the night.
Close your mouth;
turn off the light.
Pull me babe.
Pull me down closer on you.

No more love at your convenience.
No more love at your command.
No more love at your convenience.
Lots of time late at night, I really needed you.
I really needed you.
I really needed you.

No more love at your convenience.
No more love at your command.
No more love at your convenience.

Quit your tears and dry your eyes.
You know I hate to see you cry.
Don't you see,
things gotta be what they got to.

No more love at your convenience.
No more love at your convenience.
No more love at your convenience.
No more love at your convenience.
No more love at your convenience.
No more love at your convenience.

(Music fades out and Alice says a line that is real fast and hard to
decipher.)(Any takers?)