Girls, girls, girls Friday night and I need a fight My motorcycle and a switchblade knife Handful of grease in my hair feels right But what I need to get me tight are those Long legs and burgundy lips Dancin' down on the Sunset Strip Red lips, fingertips

Hey baby, I'm a country man Hey, I'm a country man A city boy can't do the things I can You need hands, rough not soft To come and warm you up up in that cold hayloft Let me hold you little darling in my big strong arms Can't get these kind of muscles

I put my own rock on my hand (woo) Fanning myself, I'm stanning myself I don't need a man I love me so much I put my hands on myself If I'm loving you, it's 'cause I can ('cause I can) I put my own rock on my hand If I'm loving you, it's 'cause I can I

Take these broken wings (Until the end of time) So I can fly away, till the end of time Until the end of time I need your hands to come and heal me once again You gotta learn to fly and learn to live so free Perhaps I was addicted to the dark side

Another vice Another bed I shouldn't crawl out of At seven a.m. with shoes in my hand Said I wouldn't do it, but I did it again Mmm, another vice Steady as a needle dropping on a vinyl Neon singer with a jukebox title full of heartbreak Thirty-three,

No need to state the obvi', I be close to your heart I know you looking for real love I got my hand on my Glock, posted on the block I might just let off a shot, at anyone tryin' to kill love Are you who I be in this weekend If so, let's get lost in the

Mother Superior jump the gun I need a fix 'cause I'm going down She's not a girl who misses much Do do do do do do, oh yeah She's well acquainted with the touch of the velvet hand like a lizard on a window pane. The man in the crowd with the

Rain, rain, rain Take away my darkest days Take this hand of sorrow Return me for I feel they're here to stay Divided soul Of a troubled man The final fight The final need to understand These tangled roots

Girls, girls, girls Friday night and I need a fight My motorcycle and a switchblade knife Handful of grease in my hair feels right But what I need to make me tight is Long legs and burgundy lips Dancin' down on Sunset Strip Red lips, fingertips Trick or

(fuck wit' the lights, fuck wit' the, wit' the lights on) Have you lost your mind No more drugs for me Pussy and religion is all I need Baby we'll live a hell of a life Tell me when you think we've crossed the line Grab my hand and Never in your wildest