Victim of Love lyrics

Deep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans
Way back up in the woods among the evergreens
There stood an log cabin made of earth and wood
Where lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode
Who never learned to read or write so well
But he could play a guitar just like ringing a bell

Go go
Go Johnny go go go
Go Johnny go go go
Go Johnny go go go
Go Johnny go go go
Go go Johnny B. Goode

City boy, city girl
Arm in arm in our city world
A lot of love, a lot of hope
Hope our love don't go up in smoke
I feel so good, yeah I feel so fine
I know I'm yours and I know you're mine
Feeling good, yeah I'm feeling fine
Now you're mine, now you're mine, now you're mine

Warm love in a cold world
Warm love in a cold world
Hope we're gonna make it
Hope we're gonna make it

You've been crying
And there ain't no use denying
It was me
Who put you through this misery
And I'd like to say I'm sorry
But I can't, no I can't
Nothing's gonna change me
Baby, that's the way I am

I was born bad
Always been the same, yes I was born bad
Never gonna change 'cause I was born bad
Only me to blame 'cause I was born bad
Yes I was born bad
Always been my habit, I was born bad

Ain't no loving tonight
My woman says she ain't my woman
I sure put up a fight
To keep it right

I used a whole lot of pride to get her
I used a whole pack of lies and begged her
She just threw me the key
and said she's free

Thunder in the night
Thunder in the night again
Thunder in the night again
Thunder in the night
Thunder in the night again
Thunder in the night again

Night life, hot spot light
I've gotta make them dance tonight
Night life, hot spot light
I really want to shine tonight
Night life, hot spot light
I gotta steal a heart tonight
Night life, hot spot light
I'll show them how to dance tonight

I know that the competition's heavy
I know that these guys are cool
But I'll show this kid is more than ready
I sure got something to prove

Street guys, walking, dancing
Sidewalk, music, hot thing
They got their boxes tuned into their favorite show
As they truck on down the road
Is that the radio
Yes that's the radio
Let it go, let it go, let it go

Street boogie got a hold on me
Street boogie gonna set me free
Street boogie keep a hold on me
It's alright, it's alright, it's alright with me

Street boogie, it's the city beat

You said you'd never fake it
You swore we'd always make it last
And it sounded so real
And I fell into your love trap
Lying, yes, I was the perfect fool
I believed every word
And it never occurred to me
Is this a game are you just playing
Will I be losing you

Oh am I a victim of love, victim of love
Did you take me for a ride
Victim of love, victim of love
Then I hope you're satisfied