Looking at himself but wishing he was someone else Laughing at himself because he knows he ain't loved at all Because the posters on the wall they don't look like him at all So he ties it up, he tucks it in, he pulls it back, and gives a grin He gets his

She ain't right, she ain't right She ain't right, but she's just right for me She got her daddy's tongue and temper Sometimes her mouth could use a filter God shook his head the day he built her Oh, but I bet he smiled. She loves and lives her life

I only eat to fill me up I only sleep to rest I need a love just like you gave I haven't found it yet, found it yet We were trying, but we're trying no more It's cold on the floor, cold on the floor This house has never been the same as before It's never

That my heart is burstin' at the seams, yeah and I can't wait another minute Ain't no time like this time baby Maybe it's the way that the stars are aligned But I wanna tell ya Life is short, love is sweet Maybe it's the way that the night is still Or

Tell her that you love her, if you really love her But when your heart just ain’t sure, let her know Growing by the hour, love just like a flower But when the flower dies, you’ve got to say goodbye And let her go Tell her that you’ll be there, if you’ll

Gotta learn to love yourself Perfect girls ain't real They hide who they are inside Now, perfect girls ain't real They live a lie But it's always on your mind 'Cause you're all lying all the time Know that perfect girls ain't real Inside and out

Don't care how long it takes I'm going all the way Sooner or later gotta love somebody Like a shock to the heart I've got news for you But I'm nobody's fool I ain't nobody's fool I know you think I'm no match for you baby You like being rough on me don't

But I’ll be buried in Detroit I used to live in New York City But baby that ain’t no substitute Not for my hometown That place people avoid I’ve made love in every city But I’ll be buried in I’m a writer and a lover I’m a Midwest music man

Home ain't where his heart is anymore He may hang his hat behind our bedroom door But he don't lay his head down to love me like before He knew how to reach me deep inside And he found a part of me I could not hide And we'd walk and talk and touch

Peace muthafuckers (do it) Yeah I smoke pot, yeah I love peace But I don't give a fuck, I ain't no hippy Yeah I smoke pot, (do it) yeah I love peace (do it) And it's part of me But I don't give a fuck (do it), I ain't no hippy But I don't give a fuck, I