She want me, I ain't want her, ooh She want me to be her boo You so silly, don't get it confused Now turn around, drop it low, pick it up, ooh Big bank, we gettin' paid over here Broke niggas, go stand over there Fake ass hoes, go meet 'em over there

She get me high She get me low She got the key to this old bronco No matter how she moving It's all the same thrill On top of my Yeti On an old boat dock Standing in the river on an old flint rock In her bare feet, or in her high heels

Where are you going, we should be growing now Where are we going, why are we slowing down Smoke to it nigga, smoke to it nigga Where are we going, we should be slowing down That’s what she said to me That place I used to call home is just a bed to me We

What did your mama tell you about lies She said it wasn't polite to tell a white one What did your daddy tell you about lies He said one white one turns into a black one So, it's gettin' ready to blow It's gettin' ready to show Somebody shot off at the

Let her take over, or just get to know her Be everything you can be Juanita will unchain your heart Her name's Juanita (She's gonna be ridin' through) (She's gonna be ridin' free) Oh, go with her flow with her Dream with her scream with her

I'ma go be a man, 'cause you forgot that I wear the pants Watch me get these girls on the floor, get 'em asking for more I'ma go do my dance, 'cause she forgot that I rock the pants Watch me as my jeans sag low when I walk out the door I've tried

She got the best of me She broke my heart Now all that's left of me Is beating in this guitar Every night, a different town She follows me around So you get what's left of me Yeah, you get what's left of me 'Cause she got the best of me

You got me runnin', you got me searchin' It's so sad if that's the way it's over Hold on (hold on), sweet talkin' lover (hold on) Slow down (slow down), sweet talkin' woman (She's gone so long) What can I do? I gotta get back to you (Where could she be?)

So what game shall we play today? How about the one where you don't get your way? And even if you do, that's o.k., Dinner at eight, that sounds fine, I suppose it means you'll turn up round nine, Bought a bunch of flowers just for her, She says the

So deep as the night draws in And we'll be slow honey lovers 'til the clocks go forward again We can hide under sheets, under heavy covers Again, again, again yeah Darkness bleeding in, the sun is getting low No diamonds in the trees, only leaves of gold