And you're a rocket queen I might be a little young but honey I ain't naive Here I am and you're a rocket queen oh yeah I might be too much But honey you're a bit obscene I've seen everything imaginable Pass before these eyes I've had everything that's

(I'm gonna getcha) (Yeah, you can betcha) So, don't try to run, honey; love can be fun There's no need to be alone when you find that someone I'm gonna getcha; it's a matter of fact I'm gonna getcha, don'tcha worry 'bout that You can bet your bottom

Girl you ain't much fun since I quit drinkin' I sobered up, and I got to thinkin' Now I'm feedin' the dog, sackin' the trash It's honey do this, honey do that I used to come home late and not a minute too soon Barking like a dog, howling at the moon

(I'm gonna getcha) (Yeah, you can betcha) So, don't try to run, honey; love can be fun There's no need to be alone when you find that someone I'm gonna getcha; it's a matter of fact I'm gonna getcha, don'tcha worry 'bout that You can bet your bottom

Ooh, hey, hey, hey, oh I'll be, I'll be, I'll be, I'll be, I'll be your West Coast, honey But my love, I won't give up I ain't no superman, I ain't no holy ghost I'm just the one that keeps you up and that you love the most I'll be your strong man, I'll

It's early in the morning About a quarter till three I'm sittin' here talkin' with my baby Over cigarettes and coffee, now And to tell you that Darling I've been so satisfied Honey since I met you Baby since I met you, ooh All the places that I've been

This time we'll take it slow Take it slow, ohh We're just ordinary people We don't know which way to go 'Cause we're ordinary people Maybe we should take it slow Girl, I'm in love with you This ain't the honeymoon Passed the infatuation phase

Another bride, another June Another sunny honeymoon Another season, another reason For makin' whoopee A lot of shoes, a lot of rice The groom is nervous, he answers twice Its really killin' that he's so willin' To make whoopee Picture a little love nest

Ashes, ashes, time to go down Ooh, honey do you want me now? Can't take it anymore, need to put you to bed Sing you a lullaby where you die at the end One, two, Melatonin is coming for you Three, four, baby, won't you lock the door? Five, six, I'm done

Don't it make you ashamed of yourself Don't it make you feel small y'all? Honey, you think you've got an attitude So you treat him just a little to loose Well, buddy you think she's a little to cold So you act like a two year old. Don't it make you feel