And counting our blessings 'Cause our lives ain't like a movie Or a Katy Perry song 'Cause we got friends to lean on Got no money in our pockets We're too busy getting drunk And what a time to be alive So let's hear it for the good times Let's hear it

Don't turn your back on me I won't be ignored Don't turn your back on me I won't be ignored I can't feel the way I did before Time won't heal this damage anymore So I, let go watching you turn your back like you always do But I'll be here 'cause you're

Tell me is that deja vu? 'Cause you want me and I want you 'Cause baby it ain't nothing new, no 'Cause baby this ain't nothing new, no 'Cause I can't take it no more No you ain't like them bitches Tell them hoes adios And you can drop your panties Leave

Why does it feel so good? If it ain't love (Why can't you get enough?) (Could use a little love) (Could use, could use a little love) (Could use) What'd I do to deserve it? (Why) Why does it feel so good? (Does it feel) Why does it feel so good?

Oh, so close, oh Oh, I want you close, and close ain't close enough, no 'Cause if I want you, and I want you, babe Ain't going backwards, won't ask for space I want you close, ooh Oh damn, oh damn, oh damn I'm so perplexed 'Cause space is just a word

You can bet your last two dollars There ain't no tens All them flaws Scars or tattoos that went rotten Ones you came with or you caused them We all got flaws Flaws, everybody's got 'em The woman that I love, she's purer than a dove I know her best than

Just give it away She said give it away That night in 'Frisco Bay That big four poster king sized bed There ain't nothing in this house worth fightin' over Oh, we're both tired of fightin' anyway Well, I can't give it away She was stormin' through the

Four in the morning, and I'm zoning But I ain't finished, I'm devoted And you know it, and you know it They say I'm possessed, it's an omen I keep it 300, like the Romans 300 bitches, where's the Trojans? So follow me up cause this shit's about to go

We up in this bitch now We up in this bitch, oh Got the club feeling like a safe house We up in this bitch Shawty got a booty, let it hang out (hang out) Ain't no turnin' down, let it bang out (bang out) We ain't going home, we wanna hang out All this

Oh get used to it, eh I know you getting used to it So get used to me checking in Get used to me falling through Just to see your face There ain't a moment Get used to me touching you Get used to me loving you