I won't stand in line I'd do almost anything if I could make you mine You told me I was one in a million Everything you wanted in this world Every time I turn around I hear tell you paint the town With one of this million other girls Oh, watcha do to me

My milkcow been ramblin', hoo, for miles around Tell me, milkcow, what on earth is wrong with you? Hoo, milkcow, what on earth is wrong with you? Now, you have a little new calf, hoo, and your milk is turnin' blue Now, your calf is hungry, and I believe

Priscilla, Priscilla It's a difficult thing being Queen to the King How'd you get him to yourself? Between the whistle calls and Southern dolls He's always in high demand We turn around and the world's right there Woman to woman, I'm starting to see

And I can't tell you why I can't tell you why Every time I try to walk away Something makes me turn around and stay Look at us baby, up all night Tearing our love apart Aren't we the same two people who live Through years in the dark?

You're more than a friend You're more than a friend, eh eh We always keep things open We always keep things open end But now I find I'm hoping And while the world keeps turning And while the world turns around again Guess now I find I'm hoping But you're

Hooker (Yeah, you're my hooker) Hooker (Government hooker) As long as I'm your hooker (Back up and turn around) As long as I'm your hooker (Put your hands on the ground) As long as I'm you're hooker (Back up and turn around) As long as I'm your hooker

My, my, my, my, oh give me love M-my my, m-my my, m-my my, give me love, lover Good night and joy be with you all We'll play hide and seek to turn this around All I want is the taste that your lips allow M-my my, m-my my, m-my my, give me love, lover

I'd pick you up and carry you 'cross every stream I see And I'd bundle you in kindness Until you cling to me We'd sit beneath strong branches My arms would twine around I'd turn your green to emerald And give you gold all over the ground If I had you at

Turned into my worst phobia A crazy man's utopia If you're lost no one can show ya But it sure was glad to know ya Only poor boys take a chance On the garden's song and dance Feel her flowers as they wrap around But only smart boys do without

I've taken time to think and I Don't think it's fair for us to Turn around and say goodbye Finally found the words to say But I can't tell you If you turn around and run away, run away Did you get my message, did it send I have this feeling when I