Take a bottle, shake it up. Break the bubble, break it up.
Take a bottle, shake it up. Break the bubble, break it up.
Shot through the heart and you’re to blame darling: you give love a bad name.
Love in an elevator – livin’ it up while I’m going down.
This love that I tell now feels lonely as hell from this padded prison cell.
I don’t know where I’m going, but I sure know where I’ve been.
Don’t wait for 18 and life to check this one out.
Well-crafted hair metal. You might say it’ll rock you like… a powerful force of nature.