But it still kills me like it did before I've seen the end of the day come too soon It's nothing that I haven't seen before No it's nothing that I haven't seen before Not a lot to say, not a lot to do You played the game, you owe nothing to yourself Rest

I can't remember what I did tonight Or even yesterday Like, dude, where's my car? Excuse me, what's my name? Someone gave me these clothes I can't remember who My mind's a total blank Forget about you Baby, I think I've lost my mind

You got your friends just like I got mine We might think a little differently But we got a lot in common you will see We're just like you, only prettier So lets shake hands and reach across those party lines Well I've been saved by the grace of southern

Can you hear it ring It makes you want to sing You'll live like a king With lots of money and things All we ever want is more A lot more than we had before So take me to the nearest store It's such a beautiful thing, ka-ching! Lots of diamond rings

Do do do do I'm never what I like I'm double-sided And I just can't hide I kinda like it When I make you cry I'm semi-automatic, My prayers schizophrenic 'Cause I'm twisted up, I'm twisted up, inside

Thong, th-thong, thong, thong When you’ve got an ass like mine Sweet design Baby got back on my cockback Where's the men at? Someone’s gonna move a lot of heads What’s mine, sweet design Word travels fast “Thong Song,” I'ma bring it, part 2

It just gets all the way to me It ain't like smoke gets in your clothes Naw, it cuts through my skin and digs in way down deep Soaks in like rain Burns like a flame Takes ahold of my soul underneath Something 'bout George Jones on the headphones Truth

Imagine a world like that Can you imagine it? Click, click, click and post Drip-drip-dripped in gold Quick, quick, quick, let's go Kiss me and take off your clothes We go like up 'til I'm 'sleep on your chest Love how my face fits so good in your neck

(I'd fight for you) Hey babumba hey It's gonna take a lot to drag me away from you There's nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do I'd fight for you! Hey babumba Just like the rain down in Africa It's gonna take some time but I know you're worth

(Whoa whoa whoa whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Lord knows I need something to fill this void Lotta shit happens, like, being in show business A lot of shit happens, like, like, I make a lot of money, you know And I'm really happy about it And I'm not