I gotta know you now We may never meet again I gotta know you now and then You're just a little boy underneath that hat You need your nerve to hide your ego, don't come with that You think everything is handed to you free But it's not that easy, no My

That wasn't love, that wasn't love, that was just hope 'Cause you had me so low, low, low You only seemed tall 'Cause you stunted my grow-grow-growth I only wanted you 'cause I couldn't have you Hard and heavy whiskey goodbyes Boy, you know how to make a

Today I saw a boy And I wondered if he noticed me He took my breath away I can't get him off my mind And it scares me Cause I've never felt this way No one in this world Knows me better than you do

It's in the way that you use it Boy don't you know It comes and it goes So don't you ever abuse it Don't let it go And if you lie you will lose it Feelings will show Nobody's right until somebody's wrong Nobody's weak until somebody's strong

Tell me all the ways to love you (Tell me all the ways to love you) He knows how to love me better 'Cause you're safe like spring time 'Cause you taste like Lucky Strikes You drag, I light, boy And my boy like a queen Unlike one you've ever seen A hit of

You make me want to But you make me want to You can blame it on my southern boy ways Why I'm always running away I don't know if I can ever change Yeah, you make me want to You make me want to hold you like a hammock on a summer day Tell you how I'm

Your boy boy b-b-b-b-b-boyfriend Looking for a All I really want is to be your Don't be scared to come put your trust in me Can't you see all I really want to be Is your boyfriend Can't fight that Knock me down you know I'm coming right back

Papa, paparazzi I'm your biggest fan, I'll follow you until you love me Baby, there's no other superstar, you know that I'll be Your papa, paparazzi Promise I'll be kind But I won't stop until that boy is mine Baby, you'll be famous, chase you down until

Everybody knows I'm him But you know I'm him Well you know I'm the hoochie coochie man The gypsy woman told my mother Before I was born I got a boy child's comin' He's gonna be a son of a gun He gonna make pretty women's Jump and shout

Has he got enough money to spend? M-O-N-E-Y's me Drink slow to feed the nose you know he likes to get blown, Leave no he's to and fro he doesn't like it when the girls go It's going off 'cause they're not gonna let him in Two and a half the boy is