I drive away from your house, chasin' butterflies out Girl, I don't know how you do it Roll the radio down, say "I love you" out loud Man, I think I'm 'bout to lose it Ain't my thing to jump the gun, But I called my dad and said "She's the one" Said

Get the firehouse Whoo, hoo, yeah She's like bad weather but it seems so good You'd never leave her but you know you should She'll adore you and she'll floor you With her wisdom and her vision And you'll love it and think of it Till you lose all intuition

Tryin' to be a good girl, but fallin' for a bad boy She's a good girl, sky blue turquoise Fallin' for a bad boy, drivin' that Detroit Big block, cruisin' up the blacktop Turnin' up a corn row, scarecrow, farm house, gravel road Comin' for a good girl,

Nobody stands in between me and my man It's me and Mr. Jones (me and Mr. Jones) What kind of fuckery is this? You made me miss the Slick Rick gig (oh, Slick Rick) And thought I didn't love you when I did (when I did) Can't believe you played me out like

We're gonna have a house party Turn your TV off, break that boom-box out We'll wake up all the neighbours 'til the whole block hates us And the cops will show up and try to shut us down If you're gonna be a homebody If you wanna be a homebody You ain't

Somebody had to set a bad example Teach all the prim and propers what not to do Nobody around here wants to ramble What the hell, that's what I was born to do Those swanky big brick houses don't amuse me I live in a trailer but I drive a Cadillac I ain't

You don't like players That's what you say-a But you really wouldn't mind a millionaire But you'd love a rich man six foot two or taller Without girls like you When you walk in the bar And you dressed like a star Rockin' your F me pumps And the men

I don't know you anymore Supposed to be the man That I live my life by We both know what it is And your attitude become a bore And I'm so tired I cant even cry If you were like all other men I can see you ahead of me But I'm not always forward thinkin'

Just to say goodbye, Bobby Jean Well, I came to your house the other day Your mother said you went away She said there was nothing that I could have done There was nothing nobody could say Me and you, we've known each other ever since we were sixteen I

Bad taste, bad taste in my mouth Flag wavin', flag wavin' at a patriot's house Lookin' for change in the couch Mad world, mad world, that's what the TV said Imagine tryna keep your head While your daughter sleeps in bed And when she wakes up, will the