Hell, that's alright with me I like whiskey and tight denim On good-hearted women And for that I make no apologies Call me country, call me hippie A wildcat from Dixie And if you do or don't like what you see Everybody knows I like whiskey Preferably

Never one to bite my tongue, nothing’s left, I've given all I've got I'm at the wall, disintegrating Apologies are empty words, I know you're only sorry you got caught You're at the wall, disintegrating Look yourself in the mirror, you created the

Phonography, phonography, Let's talk about biology, Talk that sexy talk to me, Better make sure that the line is clean, Keep it confidential, you and me. Dirty talking, call it phonography (hey) And I make no apologies, (uh uh) I'm into phonography, (uh

No apologies I never thought you'd be so Easily deceived Now I'll just hang my head (falling further out of place) Along with the dead (don't know what/why I can't replace) But not with this So now I'll leave with Today is too late How long do we have to

These will be the years The lights will all appear But now they're mine The sun hits like a bullet of faith And then suddenly I'm wide awake Fake bliss, our apologies made Was an enemy with no escape My hands were tied So grab on to desire and run away

All in all is all we are What else should I be All apologies In the sun I feel as one What else could I say Everyone is gay What else could I write

These will be the years The lights will all appear But now they're mine The sun hits like a bullet of faith And then suddenly I'm wide awake Fake bliss, our apologies made Was an enemy with no escape My hands were tied