It's late in the evening; she's wondering what clothes to wear She'll put on her make-up and brushes her long blonde hair And then she asks me, do I look all right? And I say, yes, you look wonderful tonight We go to a party and everyone turns to see

Sometimes good intentions It’s all talk, talk, talk Talkin' in the wind It only slows you down If you start listenin' And it’s a whole lot harder to shine Don’t come across so well

When you gonna give it up to me? Get out my head and into the bed, girl 'Cause you done know, plottin' out the fantasy Hey, baby girl, and it's you a the key, yo, me go so then From you look inna me eye, gal, I see she you want me Because you body

He likes his coffee black like his soul He drinks it scorching hot like a fucking psycho He like coffee a lot And he like his coffee now Fifty cups of coffee and you know it’s on Come to the dark side, we have candy Yes but do you have coffee?

It's been a lot of confusions every time Running for the common lie They say I'm hard to lose, yeah tell me why We need to make some time Need to make some time Who's to say if I'm alright And take another lie Til they drop the common lie Then how to

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

It's cool we're just friends Everyone knows it's meant to be Falling in love, just you and me Till the end of time Till I'm on her mind It'll happen I've been making lots of plans Like a picket fence and a rose garden I just keep on dreaming

Either you're going to lose your mind People where the weather suits my clothes Tears rolling all down from my eyes Woman you must be stone down crazy Yes I said baby you must be stone crazy Yes I wanna know how could you treat me so dirty baby You must

Whether we like it or not The best I can tell The world’s gone to hell I gotta hundred dollar bill You can keep your pills, friend Well, it’s all going to pot And we’re all gonna miss it a lot All the whiskey in Lynchburg, Tennessee Just couldn't hit the

Don't try to tell me it ain't what it is There's a cold feelin' Runnin' up and down my spine It seems to say we're just wastin' time It's like a bad movie One I wish I'd never seen The plot gets old Do you know what I mean?