On hope by you, on hoping Steady, I I just keep on hoping Find a way we can intertwine (I I keep on hoping) Like two parallel lines That'll never, that'll never collide Steady I I just keep, I I keep on hoping On hope by, by you keep Parallel lines by, by you

I I can't afford to love you Next to a beauty queen Used to the finer things I I couldn't help but think But I I can't afford not too In forty dollar blue jeans I I saw you sittin' there sippin' red wine wine down at Causen Mills I I knew you'd prob'ly be outta my

There is no greater love Than what I I feel for you No sweeter song, no heart so true There is no greater thrill Than what you bring to me No sweeter song Than what you sing, sing to me You're the sweetest thing I I have ever known

Nobody stands in between me and my man It's me and Mr. Jones (me and Mr. Jones) What kind of fuckery is this? You made me miss the Slick Rick gig (oh, Slick Rick) And thought I I didn't love you when I I did (when I I did) Can't believe you played me out like

More than a woman She never walked on water She never turned that water to wine wine But being 'round her made my blind eyes see

With a Salt Lake City blues I I lost my sugar in Salt Lake City Oh, why did I I go there I I should have stayed down in New Orleans And never gone nowhere A girl with sweet talk from Kansas City Her words were sweet like wine wine She bought him diamonds and

The sun goes down He takes the day, but I'm grown And in your way He walks away My tears dry on their own In this blue shade So we are history Your shadow covers me The sky above ablaze

Cause I’m a girl Cause I’m a girl, Oh yeah With a bottle of wine wine and you I’m a girl, I I got skills I I can dance all night in five inch heels And make you feel like the luckiest boy in the world I I can get a free drink for flipping my hair I I can rock a

You'll be my honeysuckle I'll be your honey bee I'll be your strong and steady You'll be my glass of wine wine I'll be your shot of whiskey You'll be my sunny day I'll be your shade tree I'll be your Mississippi You'll be my Little Loretta

You don't like players That's what you say-a But you really wouldn't mind a millionaire But you'd love a rich man six foot two or taller Without girls like you When you walk in the bar And you dressed like a star Rockin' your F me pumps And the men