How could you keep this from me? Your mama and your daddy ain't shit When you see 'em, tell both of 'em I said fuck 'em, yeah Somehow this is my fault (Ooh) I didn't say shit when I saw what I saw (You) Yeah, girl, you can't deny now (Ooh) Even your

This girl is on fire She's walking on fire Spirit of Marilyn callin' me, audibly Bawlin' she, said that she would never leave Continued to torture me Telling me to come with her Underneath my comforter And she brought a gun with her Pills and some rum

And I'm one number away from calling to you I said I was through, but I'm dying inside Got my head in a mess, girl, I confess I lied when I said, "I'm leaving and not coming back" Might be the whiskey or the midnight rain But everywhere I go, I see your

I'm coming with you I'm coming with you, baby 'Cause I'm on you tough I said if it's all good baby girl I'm coming with you Got me saying Said if it's all good baby girl I'm coming with you And I wanna make that move (said I wanna make that move) I'm

Often, often, girl I do this often Make that pussy pop and do it how I want it She asked me if I do this every day, I said often Asked how many times she rode the wave, not so often Bitches down to do it either way, often Baby I can make that pussy rain,

Louie, Louie, me gotta go Fine little girl she waits for me, Me catch the ship for cross the sea Me said the ship all alone Me never think me make it home Three nights and days me sail the sea Me think of girl constantly On the ship I dream she there I

You are beautiful, you are beautiful, More than you could realize Stand for them all You don't even have to try, My mother told me, She said andy, My sisters, my daughters and wives, Girls, you will learn are not a shining light

The bartender said ya'll keep it down The party was goin' strong By the palm trees down at the tiki bar Right there in the Holidome We'd been sittin' there since happy hour Had the day off in Omaha And all those girls came in and they wanted to swim And

There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun It has been the ruin of many a poor girl And me, oh, God, I'm one If I had listened to what my mother said, I`d have been at home today, But I was young and foolish, oh, God Let a rambler lead me

When he was eight years old Johnny's daddy was taking him fishin' Little girl came through the front gate Holdin' a fishin' pole His dad looked down and smiled He said, "We can't leave her behind" "Son, I know you don't want her to go But someday you'll