Envy someone an' it pulls you down. Admire them and it builds you up. Which makes more sense?
Sad thing is, you can still love someone and be wrong for them.
When we kiss my heart's on fire, burning with a strange desire. And I know that every time I kiss you, that your heart's on fire, too.
My fans want my shirt. They can have my shirt. They put it on my back.
The walls have ears, better think before you throw that shoe.
When we're dancing it almost feels the same, I've got to stop myself from whispering your name.