I ain't gonna get dressed up, just to be your clown Ain't gonna paint this pretty face, like you paint the town I ain't wastin' good mascara, just to watch it runnin' down I could spend an hour on my makeup and my hair Shoes to tall, dress to small, and

Be scared or be brave Wounded and tired and worried Memories are everything Reminiscing is for the living Pain is setting in We're sinking further Escape into thin air It's like fighting an invisible enemy What lies ahead you thought you'd never see

When was the last time you did something for the first time? Maybe something new is what you're needing Like a real life, let your hair down, feel alive You say you never danced to a dashboard singin' R.E.M. under summer stars Never leaned back on a jet

Straight out of nowhere Buried deep inside my past Hoping you'll be the last With the lights down low Wrapped up like a baby And your hair hangs long Surrounding my face Love your warm embrace Hold me close don't let me go

You got the love To see me through Sometimes I feel like throwing my hands up in the air Sometimes I feel like saying "Lord I just don't care" But you've got the love I need I know I can count on you Sometimes it seems the going is just too rough And

You got the love (Who's got the love) But you've got the love I need to see me through And they all say Sometimes I feel like throwing my hands up in the air I know I can count on all of you Sometimes I feel like saying “Lord, I just don't care” You got

Stand up fucking tall Don't let them see your back Take my fucking hand And never be afraid again We could be perfect one last night And die like star-crossed lovers when we fight And we can settle this affair If you would shed your yellow take my hand

She's beautiful like that I was blessed the day I found her I'm one lucky man Cause the more I know the more I need her The more I love the more I see her heart Is a shining star Have you ever seen a prairie wind Make a wave on a wheat field bringing

Wonder milky bitch You know how to do it You don't like arithmetic Tasting,touching,swallowing me Drinking me like bloody Mary This is the story of a country girl Back in town from her country house She came to me with her muddy boots She destroyed all

Body like a back road, drivin' with my eyes closed I know every curve like the back of my hand Doin' 15 in a 30, I ain't in no hurry I'mma take it slow just as fast as I can Got a girl from the south side, got braids in her hair First time I seen her