Figurative Language in Songs

You make me smile like the sun. Fall out of bed, sing like a bird. Dizzy in my head, spin like a record. Crazy on a Sunday night. You make me dance like a fool. Forget how to breathe. Shine like gold, buzz like a bee. Just the thought of you can drive me wild. Oh, you make me smile. We like the cars, the cars that go boom. We're Tigra and Bunny, and we like the boom. We like the cars, the cars that go boom. We're Tigra and Bunny, and we like the boom. We like them short, and we like them tall. We like them one, and we like them all. They're always adding speakers when they find the room. 'Cause they know we love the guys with the cars that go boom. When marimba rhythms start to play Dance with me, make me sway. Like a lazy ocean hugs the shore. Hold me close, sway me more. Like a flower bending in the breeze. Bend with me, sway with ease. When we dance, you have a way with me. Stay with me, sway with me. Jump in, let's go. Lay back, enjoy the show. Everybody gets high, everybody gets low. These are the days when anything goes. Everyday is a winding road. I get a little bit closer. Everyday is a faded sign. I get a little bit closer to feeling fine. Sleigh bells ring, are you listening? In the lane, snow is glistening. A beautiful sight. We're happy tonight. Walking in a winter wonderland. Gone away is the bluebird. Here to stay is a new bird. To sing a love song. While we stroll along. Walking in a winter wonderland. When I'm working, yes I know I'm gonna be. I'm gonna be the man who's working hard for you. And when the money, comes in for the work I do. I'll pass almost every penny on to you. When I come home(When I come home), well I know I'm gonna be. I'm gonna be the man who comes back home to you. And when I grow old, well I know I'm gonna be. I'm gonna be the man who's growing old with you. And I would walk 500 miles. And I would roll 500 more. Just to be the man who rolled a thousand miles. To fall down at your door. What do I do to ignore them behind me? Do I follow my instincts blindly? Do I hide my pride from these bad dreams? And give in to sad thoughts that are maddening? Do I sit here and try to stand it, Or do I try to catch them red-handed? Do I trust some and get fooled by phoniness, Or do I trust nobody and live in loneliness? Because I can't hold on when I'm stretched so thin. I make the right moves but I'm lost within. I put on my daily façade but then. I just end up getting hurt again by myself.