My baby, she's into everything I wanna do. So, what you wanna do? (You and me, sitting in a tree. F-U-C-K-I-N-G) She'll do every naughty thing I want My baby, she's up for anything I wanna do. She's a giver and it gets her off. If it was on TV, or ever

Like it only gets to shine for a little while Catch it in a mason jar and with holes in the top And run like hell to show it off That's just me and Charlie talking So you treat your love like a firefly Me and Charlie boy used to go walking, Sittin' in

And the thing that gets to me Is you'll never really see And the thing that freaks me out Is I'll always be in doubt Woo hoo hoo It's the animal, it's the animal, it's the animal instinct in me Suddenly something has happened to me As I was having my cup

I know you feel like you are breaking down. Oh be calm. Take it from me, I've been there a thousand times. And everything's wrong It just gets so hard sometimes As I walk through the streets of my new city My back feeling much better, I suppose I've

Well, your railroad gate You know I just can’t jump it Sometimes it gets so hard, you see I’m just sitting here beating on my trumpet With all these promises you left for me But where are you tonight, sweet Marie? Well, I waited for you when I was half

Move I will to you If time stands still This was filmed Somehow I see you Move I don't want it babe Left the ranks of targets stuck Skies of blue and birds of yellow Flowers growing just to bloom A million chances of our glances

Into the city where it all began You gotta move, you gotta move Ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma Time you gotta move When you, you gonna move to the city? Aw, child, ain't it a pity? Sometimes it gets too shitty Come on and hit me You pack your bags

That may be all I need In darkness, she is all I see Come and rest your bones with me Driving slow on Sunday morning But things just get so crazy, living life gets hard to do That someday it would lead me back to you And I never want to leave Sunday

Get caught up in the game (it gets deeper then that) To the place where the motherfuckin' problem is at Dyin' in the fast lane (it gets deeper then that) So it all comes down to this (what?) Specialist with a hit list Right fist bomb type M.G.M. Fight

So good, so good, so good, so good You know my love is You be, stuck on it 'cause my love so good So you, keep comin' back to get some more Aye, I know you want some, you want some You know that I'm the only one that gets you higher Gets you higher, babe