Do you have to be so hard to get    Especially with those emerald eyes    You might have been a neon lover    But you didn't have to advertise       Well come on, well come on    You might have been a crackshot shooter    Hung up on your figurine    Under the cold and darkly sky    You're the only light I've seen       CHORUS    Well come on, well come on    And it happens everytime    I'm still hanging on the line    Don't want to go up and down       You don't have to be so touch    I'll tell you when I've had enough    You don't have to reek with charm    You won't have to twist my arm    Well come on, well come on       CHORUS