Ain’t never gonna worry ‘bout nothin’ again I ain’t never gonna worry ‘bout nothin’ again Tryin’ to make the money but the money ain’t gonna make me You sittin’ there lookin’ all pretty And I love that feelin’ when the smile starts kickin’ in Paint the

I ain't gonna lie but baby, you get pretty wild, girl When you take it off, take it off When days turn to night, that's when you show your other side With all those freaky thoughts, freaky thoughts You bring out the animal I'm a boss, I'm a boss, I'm the

It's only a painting But not to pretty a picture A thousand words I know them all The frozen bird, a hockey puck Shed tears, move on to Van Gogh Move on to Van Gogh There's something there in Williamson's Garage I think it's me trying to start a fire

Can I see you again-gain-gain All this other pretty girls don't face me I'm shy why you makin' me lazy Hey baby hey baby Hey baby trinna find what you driving' me crazy It's the way that you back get up to me Tell me you ain't got a man like too me Let's

All day I dream about sshh with you (you, ooh, ooh) They say that it's overrated, well they ain't doing it right I never had somebody who could do them things Make me say ooh ooh ooh So come on baby baby, come on pretty baby You're gonna get it tonight

Pretty woman What's the matter with you Can't make you love me, no matter what I do Oh pretty woman she's the rising sun Says all your cheap paint and powder ain't gonna help you none She's a pretty woman right down to the bone So you just might as well

I don't think Waylon done it that way And if he was here he'd say "'hoss, neither did Hank" I ain't dogging what you're doing but boys, come on let's get real Get-ups, gimmicks One-hit wonders that don't stick Pretty boys, acting tough Boy bands give it

Damn you talk to me! Little girl what's your name Now don't you go looking at me like that You might see I'm ashamed, what's your name Talk with me, won't you talk with me Oh pretty girl It ain't too hip faking lines you ain't taking But your lips make

Back off, back off bitch Down in the gutter dyin' in the ditch You better back off, back off bitch Face of an angel with the love of a witch Oh baby, pretty baby Oh honey, you let me down honey I ain't playin' childhood games no more I said it's time for

But what good's love if it ain't a little complicated? No, it don't always go just like you hoped it would But sometimes complicated's pretty damn good Roll the window down, baby, wave goodbye To your mama standin' there in the drive From the day we met