When you gonna give it up to me? Get out my head and into the bed, girl 'Cause you done know, plottin' out the fantasy Hey, baby girl, and it's you a the key, yo, me go so then From you look inna me eye, gal, I see she you want me Because you body

Looking for a place to happen Making stops along the way, hey I'll put your coat up on the bed We've all been here since, God, who knows? I've got a job, I explore, I follow every little whiff And I want my life to smell like this To find a place, an

And it makes me so angry I can feel your body When I'm lying in bed There's too much confusion Going around through my head To know that the flame still burns Why can't I get over? When will I ever learn?

Cowgirls don't cry Cowgirls don't cry, ride, baby, ride Soon enough you gonna know why It's gonna hurt every now and then If you fall get back on again Her daddy gave her, her first pony Then taught her to ride She climbed high in that saddle Fell I

Turned on and wide awake Dust it off as a lonely day We're gonna go where the bed's (Band's ) Just sing away all my pain Sweet honey 'thin my veins

Let's go to bed early Turn out the lights It's only eight thirty But that's alright Know you ain't tired Neither am I And stay up all night There's a party going on tonight And we can go if you want to

In San Francisco I met you in a bar in San Francisco We climbed the Golden Gate bridge just to watch the stars collide And played that Stevie Wonder song a couple thousand times I'm kinda scared to say it was the best night of my life But I know I won't

Care for you, I will Can I have a picture of you tonight Keep it with me always in my mind I'm good for inspiration, aren't I? You will find Well, close the door and I'll go anywhere You take me to from this bed onto so much more Tough me cause I can't

Standing in the shadows at the end of my bed We've got heads on sticks You've got ventriloquists The rats and children follow me out of town I slip away I slipped on a little white lie Come on kids

I've got a sad and lonely view Of a melancholy moon My pillow smells like your perfume In my blue bedroom From my blue bedroom Missing you in my blue bedroom Woke up this morning with day old coffee Smoked what was left of your cigarette Sit by the phone