My baby just cares for me Liz Taylor is not his style Is something he can't see My baby just cares for My baby don't care for shows My baby don't care for clothes My baby don't care for cars and races My baby don't care for high-tone places And even Lana

I want to know about the strangers like me Tell me more, please show me About the strangers like me I want to know, can you show me? Something is familiar Whatever you do I'll do it too Show me everything And tell me how

(Whoa whoa whoa whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Lord knows I need something to fill this void Lotta shit happens, like, being in show business A lot of shit happens, like, like, I make a lot of money, you know And I'm really happy about it And I'm not

Something's got a hold on me Love or somethin like it's got a hold on me It's cheap but it ain' free Show me a bar with a good lookin woman Then just get out of my way Show me the jukebox, I'll tell you a song you should play Sooner a later a few shots

Help need a man Show me your teeth, show me your teeth Show me your teeth Now show me your fangs Take a bite of my bad girl meat (bad girl meat) Show me your teeth, teeth, teeth, teeth Tell me something that'll save me I need a man who makes me alright

To show you all something someday Just a face in the crowd To the wind you’re a toy Just a drunk Irish boy I’ll be back around Well, I danced in the arms of a black haired girl In Scollay Square after the war And I drank to get drunk, and sank and I

A little bit of resolve is what I need now Pin me down, show me how One more year that you're not here Happened to you, happened to you A little bit of resolve It's gone and passed you by (a little bit of resolve) Something that I felt today, something

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way. Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town Waiting for someone or something to show you the way. Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to

I'm out of control, My girl don't want me 'cause of my dirty laundry, And I think that she knows, With all of this money they all want something from me, It's starting to show, I'm out of control I can't lie no more, Man I can't see shit in the

Show me where it hurts and give me something real And lead me to the part of you that never really heals And say the words that burn when they leave your mouth Tell me your story, but don't leave the good parts out Tell me your story I'm sorry if I seem