Go down easy and let me take my time. Roll it over, let's take it from behind. Rock me slow till I lose my mind. It's only love, God knows it ain't no crime. Roll it over. You don't know how much it means to be here in your arms.

I ain't got no business catchin' feelings I don't wanna wake up Who you pullin' up on? 'Cause I ain't got no business catchin' feelings anyway Catchin' feelings Catchin' fee-fee-fee-fee Wasted times I spent with someone else She wasn't even half of you

You should talk to your daughter (talk, talk) She made me love her and I ain’t gonna leave her be Mama, mama please talk to your daughter ‘bout me I ain’t gonna stand no quitting and she won’t have me around If she got me a ride, she’d be six feet in the

Me and your cigarettes Always there every time you need me It ain't love, it's just like nicotine You're addicted to a feeling you can only get From me and your cigarettes Gives you something you can do with your hands Makes you look cool and feel like a

Too many bottles of this wine we can't pronounce Too many bowls of that green, no lucky charms The maids come around too much Parents ain't around enough Too many joy rides in daddy's jaguar Too many white lies and white lines Super rich kids with

With my little black dress on Know you need me (Get it, ah) Every time you see me with my little black dress on Say you want a freak, sir, might see it You wanna be color, bright and peachy Baby, you should know that I ain't easy Press this McQueen and

Only I can stop the rain Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh It's not that we gotta do what we do It's what we know So to me it ain't nothing but being true It doesn't have to be the way it is

But I ain't in Checotah anymore I'm in a world so wide It makes me feel small sometimes I miss the big blue skies The Oklahoma kind Where sixty-nine meets forty There's a single-stoplight town And back when I was really young A part of that burned down

(What a liar, what a liar, what a liar) You're such a liar You're selling your no-no all the time Baby, I seen your arms You won't know the truth if it hits you in the eye You said we were going out To the 100 Club Then you said it ain't my scene

'Cause I ain't in no hurry today Ain't in no hurry About all those things I can't change And the time that I borrow You know my old car needs washing And the front yard needs a trim And the telephone keeps ringing And the boss man knows I know it's him