You say that you want me I hope that you do Cause tell me just where I would be in this world Without someone like you When you say that you need me Like only you can Oh baby you don't really know what you've done To the heart of this man So baby tonight

River of no return You'll never get my mind right Like two ships passing in the night Want the same thing where we lay A different way from where I'm going Oh, its you again listen this isn't a reunion So sorry if I turn my head Yours is a familiar face

So I'm movin' on That big eight-wheeler rollin' down the track Means your true-lovin' daddy ain't comin' back I'm movin' on, I'll soon be gone You were flyin' too high, for my little old sky That big loud whistle as it blew and blew Said hello to the

Sugar mama, sugar mama, Sugar mama, please, come back to me They've been braggin' all over town We done crazy about you Sugar mama Because you ease my worried mind I like my coffee sweet early in the mornin', You know, and I'm crazy 'bout my tea at night

Don't cry to me oh baby Die, die, die my darling Don't utter a single word I'll be seeing you again Die, die, die Your future's in an oblong box You should have seen it a-comin' on Had to know it was in your power Dead-end goal for a dead-end girl

So crack a bottle, let your body waddle Don't act like a snobby model you just hit the lotto O-oh o-oh, bitches hopping in my Tahoe Got one riding shotgun and no not one of them got clothes Now where's the rubbers, who's got the rubbers? I noticed

Oh darling don't you ever grow up, don't you ever grow up Just stay this little It could stay this simple Wish I'd never grown up I won't let nobody hurt you Won't let no one break your heart Just try to never grow up And even though you want to Oh I

(Yeah aye, hold on, babe) Baby would you save me? Been thinkin' bout it lately Oh, baby, baby, baby Hold on, babe Got some habits, I can't keep them The same ones that made you hate me Ho-oh, smokin' potent, high as nose hair

Oh, these three worn words Of tourists in Verona I just want to love you in my own language There was a wayward lad Stepped out one morning The ground to be his bed The sky his awning Neon, neon, neon A blue neon lamp in a midnight country field

Lay awake at night, Oh so low, just so troubled. Can't get a job, Laid off and I'm having double trouble. Hey hey, to make you've got to try. Baby, that's no lie. Some of this generation is millionaires, I can't even keep decent clothes to wear.