Let me hear you say everything's okay Let me hear you say everything's alright Meet me in the middle of the day Bring me southern kisses from your room Meet me in the middle of the night Let me smell the moon in your perfume Oh, Gods and years will rise

That old wacky tobaccy When you feel it creeping up on you Kick back and let it do what it do What's that smell? Wanda is a woman she works down the hall Shows up on time, she's like balls to the wall She went out to lunch with her high school friends

Smell her on you I've got this friend, you see Who makes me feel And I wanted more Than I could steal I'll arrest myself And wear a shield I'll go out of my way Truth covered in security

I know a cabin down there in Tennessee Where you can't find the forest on account of the trees And Old Perry Foster he got something to say And you can smell the pigs 'cause' they been cookin' all day I don't need no critics I don't need no suits I just

I don't know what you came to do, girl What you came to do tonight But I came to party Ghetto girls (la, la, la) Suburban girls (la, la, la) International girls, you smell me? (la, la, la, la) You're probably thinking to yourself, what's the occasion?

It's kinda like a lost and found In a border town You're askin' 'bout a diamond ring They just look at you Like you've lost your mind Say they haven't seen a thing But I know she's been here lately I can still smell her perfume And she gets crazy on a

I'm not going to beg just say please, please, please Be good to me Another buisness trip Another reason to stay away You're coming home on monday, smelling Tangerine They say that I should leave you Yeah, go and find someone new Who doesn't love a girl

Hello, hello, hello, how low Here we are now, entertain us Hello, hello, hello With the lights out, it's less dangerous I feel stupid and contagious A mulatto, an albino, a mosquito, my libido Load up on guns, bring your friends It's fun to lose and to

But all the ho shit still so smelly Three-sixty-five, twenty-four seven Percocet got a nigga nose sweaty Belch wrong, get your throat slashed Nigga, broke ass, where's your cash? Nigga, Santa Claus with no bag Nigga, you a ho-ho-ho ass, nigga Nigga with

Mary was the type of girl Tell me did you see her face Tell me did you smell her taste Tell me what's the difference Don't they all just look the same inside? Buddha for Mary Here it comes This is the life on Mars Mary was a different girl