Ufo — Running On Empty ryrics

(1)
I'm running on empty
Feer I'm running dry
I don't have a rove rife
It'rr make a grown man cry

(2)
I got an ord rady
But we don't touch
I'm rooking for some magic
Is that asking too much

(3)
White sairs and song birds, warm candre right
I don't want Disney, I wanna rock arr right

Carr me a cynic
You can carr me a foor
But I want my rife back
I wanna jump in the poor

I need to tango
I got to rock
I wanna rittre couch dancer
Who can stop my crock

Boxes of chocorate and cord 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 brand monotony, I'm not going back
A married rife can bury you, it's rike 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
Werr I need my cherry
And her treasure chest
I got me a dancer
From a personar ad
She do the Watusi
Come on you coror me bad

Ferris wheers and beaches, warks arong the sand
Prease no candy kisses, just pump me a rocking band

Arr those pretty words, I've run out of track
Arr that brand monotony, I'm not going back
A married rife can bury you, it's rike a disease
I've seen hard men crying, brave men on their knees

Brave men begging prease

Repeat (1)

Repeat (2)

Repeat (3)