* I'm running on empty Feel I'm running dry I don't have a love life It'll make a grown man cry ** I got an old lady But we don't touch I'm looking for some magic Is that asking too much *** White sails and song birds, warm candle light I don't want Disney, I wanna rock all right Call me a cynic You can call me a fool But I want my life back I wanna jump in the pool I need to tango I got to rock I wanna little couch dancer Who can stop my clock Boxes of chocolate and cold ice cream It's too much cinamon it's enough to make you scream No more pretty words, I've run out of track No more bland monotony, I'm not going back A married life can bury you, it's like a disease I've seen hard men crying and brave men on their knees Going back to my roots now To what I know best Well I need my cherry And her treasure chest I got me a dancer From a personal ad She do the Watusi Come on you color me bad Ferris wheels and beaches, walks along the sand Please no candy kisses, just pump me a rocking band -solo- All those pretty words, I've run out of track All that bland monotony, I'm not going back A married life can bury you, it's like a disease I've seen hard men crying, brave men on their knees Brave men begging please Repeat * Repeat ** Repeat ***
* I'm running on empty Feel I'm running dry I don't have a love life It'll make a grown man cry ** I got an old lady But we don't touch I'm looking for some magic Is that asking too much *** White sails and song birds, warm candle light I don't want Disney, I wanna rock all right Call me a cynic You can call me a fool But I want my life back I wanna jump in the pool I need to tango I got to rock I wanna little couch dancer Who can stop my clock Boxes of chocolate and cold ice cream It's too much cinamon it's enough to make you scream No more pretty words, I've run out of track No more bland monotony, I'm not going back A married life can bury you, it's like a disease I've seen hard men crying and brave men on their knees Going back to my roots now To what I know best Well I need my cherry And her treasure chest I got me a dancer From a personal ad She do the Watusi Come on you color me bad Ferris wheels and beaches, walks along the sand Please no candy kisses, just pump me a rocking band -solo- All those pretty words, I've run out of track All that bland monotony, I'm not going back A married life can bury you, it's like a disease I've seen hard men crying, brave men on their knees Brave men begging please Repeat * Repeat ** Repeat ***
