This is what I'm made with This is love Love, love, love, love She likes the shark print with the zip-up High hats with the hiccups Dark tints on the pickup Pineapples and liquor She moves with the machine Play the game to change it

This is love This is what I'm made with She likes the shark print with the zip-up High hats with the hiccups Dark tints on the pickup Pineapples and liquor She moves with the machine Play the game to change it This is how it is to be

Anchor my soul no more On the outside running smooth Of a gutless cold machine Although, I saw it coming You leave me hanging high Lost my sense to confide Blanks, confused and empty

We're not sure of the etiquette Anything we should know about your change? -- Oh and the cost to correct a fraud I'm going to go out and kid them If you're the highest bidder, I'm yours You figure out pathetic sets We think out pathetic sets And if you

Free and easy down the road I go Pair of boots and a sack of clothes Hangin' memories on the high line poles Ragweed's rockin' on the radio So I keep rollin' like an old banjo Got the sun shinin' on me like a big spotlight So I know everything is gonna

'Cause we go way back Some things don't ever change Yeah, you and me Like Prince and Marvin Gaye Like South Side on Sunday James Brown and Michael J Like them high school parties We go way back Don't you ever think

'Cause we go way back Some things don't ever change Yeah, you and me Like Prince and Marvin Gaye Like South side on Sunday James Brown and Michael J Like them high school parties We go way back Don't you ever think

You're not mine anymore She said you need to let me go She said I'd die for you, you're like my drug but I can't get high off you Since you left, I've been holding onto a memory And you said I changed and you're so damn sick of me Since you walked out

She won't stop me put it down And don't look back Oh baby don't stop Bury me and fade to black So get your gun and meet me by the door Would I lie to you? Gun it while I'm holding on Don't stop if I fall Wait until it fades to black

Sometimes I wonder where will we go Lord, don't take my whiskey, rock and roll I'm headed down a highway, got a suitcase by my side Blue skies hangin' over my head; I got five hundred miles to ride I'm goin' down to Memphis town to play a late night show