What you call me? (tramp!) No you didn't! (you don't wear continental clothes, or Stetson hats) Well, I tell you one doggone thing It makes me feel good to know one thing, I know I am a lover (Matter of opinion) that's all right, mama was, papa too And

You keep acting like you didn't see me It's alright, I'll sit tight Interconnected, so don't hide the feeling I won't fight, it's not right I'm disregarding the rules It goes down to molecules I'm attracted by the way you move And now you got me drowning

Love, don't fight it Fe, fever rest (Wild heart, wild heart) I'll cut you in (Darling didn't love right) I've been sleeping in a stable, mate Not gonna do you no favors

Love, don't fight it Fe, fever rest I cut you in (Darling didn't love right) I've been sleeping in a stable, mate Not gonna do you no favors What I got is seen you trying Or take it down the old lanes around

What you call me? (tramp!) No you didn't! (you don't wear continental clothes, or Stetson hats) Well, I tell you one doggone thing It makes me feel good to know one thing, I know I am a lover (Matter of opinion) that's all right, mama was, papa too And

'Cause now I'm living on blues power. Bet you didn't think I knew how to rock 'n' roll. Oh, I got the boogie-woogie right down in my very soul. There ain't no need for me to be a wallflower, I knew all the time but now I'm gonna let you know: I'm gonna

I'm living life right now, man And this what I'ma do 'til it's over, 'til it's over But it's far from over I know way too many people here right now That I didn't know last year, who the fuck are y'all? I swear it feels like the last few nights We've

Feel a way, feel a way, young nigga feel a way I've stopped listening to things you say I tried with you And getting high with you I had to let go of us to show myself what I could do And that just didn't sit right with you And now you're trying to make

That's all right. What you call me? You didn't! You don't wear continental clothes, or Stetson hats. Well I tell you one dog-gone thing. It makes me feel good to know one thing. I know I'm a lover. Matter of opinion. That's all right, Mama was. Papa too.

You're lucky I didn't roll it You're lucky I didn't blow your brains out I crashed your Corvette Remember back when I told ya That I'm a loca Colombiana (Yo te lo dije) Roses and whiskey I bet that you'll miss me, no doubt Alright, it's on