She's not a saint and she's not what you think She's an actress, whoa She's better known for the things that she does On the mattress, whoa Soon she's gonna find Stealing other people's toys on the playground Won't make you many friends She should keep

Don't creep on me Don't sleep on me Don't let me find out Please don't creep on me No, don't let me find out You can't sip my lean if you gon' go to sleep Don't you sip my lean, don't you sleep on me Don't you sleep on me, her mans out on me Don't you

Hate and war The only things we got today An' if I close my eyes They will not go away You have to deal with it It is the currency Hate, hate, hate, the hate of a nation A million miles from home And get war from the junkies

This isn't me any more, I need something to believe in If you think you've seen the last of me The flat line has come and gone But won't take me away I'm tortured By this dream I've manufactured From the inside out but it makes me stronger

Know you're wonderin' why I've been callin' Know we didn't end this so good But you know we had something so good Can we still be friends? (Oh-oh) Doesn't have to end Can we be friends? So I'm wondering, can we still be friends? (Oh-oh) And if it ends,

(It's a drive-in Saturday) His name was always buddy (got got do ah aah aah) And he'd shrug and ask to stay She'd sigh like twig the wonder kid (got got do ah) And turn her face away She's uncertain if she likes him (got got do ah aah aah) But she knows

She's got whatever it is It blows me away She's everything I wanted to say to a woman But couldn't find the words to say I don't know what to do Because every time I try and tell her how I feel You got whatever it is It comes out "I love you" She's got

So come take a drink and drown your sorrows And all of our fears will be gone till tomorrow We'll have no regrets and live for the day In Nancy's harbor cafe Ol' Nancy don't care who comes to her inn It's a den of debauchery violence and sin I know of a

Crank it up and make these big wheels roll I wanna feel that ocean breeze that's got me wrapped around it's fingers I wanna hear a southern drawl and every word that lingers I need a Sunday morning song by a just got baptized singer I been away too long,

God ain't gonna getcha for that He's much too busy with the guys in the black hats There's nothin' wrong with a man and a woman flirtin' with a honky-tonk moon God ain't gonna pay no attention If we're just makin' use of his invention Come on, baby don't