The Plural of Moose is Moose The National Parks

Out on the street, oh
And you're talking to me
What do we know?

The sinner's sun face creeps up
Your beauty's in place
You laugh it off

I saw you running up your words
Just to see
Spell it all out and turn
A hundred degrees
I know you're not like that
To stand up defeat
Yell it all out, turn back
A hundred degrees
Oh I won't say

You're out on yourself
You shook your voice out to yell
Is all about the timing now
Are you up and going sun face now
Just settle down the score
You'll be up and loving some more
Keep me hearing how your gun's out
You're waiting
Your patience is fleeing