Look how they shine for you Look at the stars Oh yeah your skin and bones Turn into something beautiful And everything you do Yeah they were all yellow I came along I wrote a song for you And all the things you do

Bitch!es always be all, giggling and shit. But they get mad when there favorite song don't come on in the club. Catch an attitude and shit We got one for them. Goes like this We wrote a song for the hoes You like to hear? here it goes A little something

When I'm gone I was a young troubador When I wrote in on a song And I'll be an old troubador Sometimes I feel like Jesse James Still trying to make a name Knowing nothing's gonna change I still feel 25

(I can't go another day without you) Would it make you, make you, wanna stay? And if I wrote you a love song and sang it to you every day Would it ever be enough to make you wanna come back home and stay? But if I told you I loved you, would it make you

Would you write, would you call back baby if I wrote you a song I need you at home And you can wave to all of your friends And I'll never leave you again I been gone but you're still my lady Cut off all of your hair Did you flinch, did you care Did he

Hands held higher We'll be on fire Does it bother anyone else Down in the forest We'll sing a chorus Singing songs that nobody wrote That someone else has your name? One that everybody knows I scream, you scream, we all scream

Pull your little arrows out Stuck me with a sickness Let me live my life Watch out Cupid The one I'd better lead All the blondes are fantasies And we looked at them eleven ways You said, "Look at me". And looked away And you wrote the song I wanna play

Or shrug us off your shoulders Don't approve a single word we wrote Make us it, make us hip, make us scene Well we're just a wet dream for the webzines It's time for us to take a chance If you talk, you better walk With more than good hooks While you're

A gypsy driftin' down the road I learned quick my eighteenth summer Diggin' ditches for the man You can't be a guitar strummer Cussin' that shovel in your hand Took my paycheck to a pawn shop Bought a silverstone guitar Wrote a song about a beer joint

Can I be him? Can I be the one 'Cause a light came on when I heard that song and I want you to sing it again I swear that every word you sing, you wrote them for me Like it was a private show, but I know you never saw me When the lights come on and I'm