You're not the only one Don't ya think that you need somebody Don't ya think that you need someone Everybody needs somebody In the cold November rain Everybody needs some time On their own Don't you know you need some time all alone When I look into your

Now you're messin' with a a son of a bitch Now you're messin' with a son of a bitch Time's come to pay your dues Heartbreaker, soul-shaker I've been told about you Steam-roller, the midnight shoulder What they been sayin' must be true Red hot mama, oh

She shot me right down She shot me right away What if I told you Don't leave me alone baby (She shot me right away) I want hold of shotguns and roses Shot me now I'm down oowee I'm alone and I need another round You're like the bullet to my holster

Double talkin' jive get the money motherfucker 'Cause I got no more patience Found a head and an arm in da garbage can Don't know why I'm here Livin' on the run for oh so long I gotta go collect Double talkin' I got (lies) No more patience man Back in

Goodness knows You're my honeysuckle rose Don't buy sugar You just have to touch my cup You're my sugar It's sweeter when you stir it up When I'm taking sips from your tasty lips Seems the honey fairly drips Every honey bee fills with jealousy

But I'm worried that your heart might feel the same And I have to be honest with you baby But I got you this rose And I need to know I'm not try'na start a fire, with this flame Tell me If I'm wrong, and this is crazy Will you let it die or let it grow?

Go down you Blood Red Roses Go down you pinks and posies Sailing out of Boston one hundred days at sea On the good ship Bonadventure, a'whaling men are we We set sail for the Cape Horn, where the seas are cold as ice The wind will bite right through you

Now me, I get it in, I get it in Me, I get it in, I get it in I need a drink, give me a drink I need a drink, shorty, give me a drink Yeah, na, na, na, na A little bit of juice, little bit of the gin A little bit of Moet, bottles of the Rose Feel a

Every time he'd talk about her, She was a flower for the takin', Her beauty cut just like a knife He was a banker from Macon, He swore he'd love her all a his life He bought her a mansion on the mountain, With a formal garden and a lot a land But

'Cause I'm still breathing 'Cause I'm still breathing on my own My head's above the rain and roses Oh, I'm still alive Making my way away Making my way, away, away Just shine a light into the wreckage, so far away, away My way to you I'm like a child