Like a little black dress Stuck on a little hot mess (little hot mess) Dear gravity, you held me down in this starless city Oh, three, two, one Oh, baby you're a classic You're a faded moon And oh, baby you're a classic

(Grease lightning go grease lightning) Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go Go grease lightning you're burning up the quarter mile You are supreme the chicks'll cream for grease lightning Lightning, lightning, lightning Why this car is automatic It's

You are, you are And nothing else compares Home, home, where I wanted to go Home, home, where I wanted to go (You are) The lights go out and I can't be saved Tides that I tried to swim against Have brought me down upon my knees Oh I beg, I beg and plead,

I went down to the station I leaned against the door She rides on eastern You on the train You know I know the Empire State Any time I hear her blow Then I ask the depot agent Let me ride, let me ride the blind Oh depot agent

Is tough to face, it’s tough to face Tell me lies and lullabies This last dance, this last dance But don’t tell me to change Oh, oh, don’t give me that face Ooh, this last dance Ooh, this last dance, this last dance Don’t walk away, don’t walk away

Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell rock Jingle bells chime in jingle bell time What a bright time, it's the right time To rock the night away Jingle bell time is a swell time Giddy-up jingle horse, pick up your feet Jingle around the clock That's the

Yeah, oh oh

You know how froze that is Look at my neck, damn Look at my fist oh yeah I'm a rockstar smash my guitar Diamonds on my fist and on my arms Meek and I don't dress the same, relate in Goyard Frostbite on my pinky ring watch me flex on y'all I get it now,

For the first time, for the first time It's like I can feel, it's like I can breathe It's like I can live, it's like I can love Is that music in my ear It's like I heard nothing for a thousand years My eyes were closed, locking in my tears I was so

Now we're listenin' to old Alabama A little dixieland delight and it feels so right Oh, play me some old Alabama She'd rather wear a pair of cut-off jeans Than a fancy evening dress And with her windows rolled down And her hair all blown around She's a