Lately I’ve been worried I don’t know where to it is that I do belong Lately I’ve been too busy To smell the bottle brush Just chasing laps around the sun And you just laugh and smile Shake your head and remind me that All good things can come true Oh,

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?

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

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

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

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

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

We met on the shore of a lemonade lake Weeping willows looked down where we lay Orange blossoms I smell in your hair Butterfly, flutter by, butterfly by Waterfalls send your ripples to us Here on the shore of the lemonade lake Pond lilies play hide and

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

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