it's high time I tell yaNo more messin' aroundTime

I'm the guy with the boys, kicking it backOr

sits above the mantle on a couple rusty nailsAnd

it must've been 100 in that summer sunAnd I've

Hollywood BoulevardLooking down, seeing stars90210, Rodeo is RodeoGlad I

roasting on an open fireJack Frost nipping at your

dreaming of a white ChristmasJust like the ones I used

say you don't know what you were thinkingWell neither

house, Empty Rooms, Empty bottle of PetronI need to

up, put your clothes on, babyCome on, let's do

you somethin' you can do with your handsMakes you

can taste your kiss on my lipsAnd I'm wrapped

summer day has come and gone away in Paris

ought to be a town somewhereNamed for how I

brings back an old feelingRunning into you like thisI'm

got good heartsWith the burning desire to work hardThey

1: Cam can't stop the way I feelThings you

Right time, the right placeThe right body, the right faceTimber I'm

on the house top reindeers pawsOut jumps good old

1: Blake you'll findThere's only one love, yours and