To have a good time We could dance and party all night And drink some cherry wine, oh So come on baby, won't you show some class Why do you have to move so fast? We don't have to take our clothes off We don't have to take our clothes off, no

We ain't supposed to love like that (We ain't supposed to love like that) What are we doing? Why do I feel good doing something so bad? Okay, okay it's my birthday, everyone left Role play, we could stop the role play, everyone left I'm making love to

Everybody's working out doing twelve ounce curls Fishing for the line that'll kick her heart into gear Hey brother, need another over here Got the Kid Rock good time playlist on Some drunk dude's in the crowd yelling, let's get weird, y'all Brought to

Can be the start of something new If you need a shoulder, it's on Maybe that starts with me and you We got all night To get to know each other better And try moving on together, together I could kill the pain that you’ve been in You can be my heartbreak

And it sure feels right It feels like a struck match kissing gasoline It feels a little better than it ever has It sure feels good, baby let’s be bad I feel your heart, I feel you there When they get a little tipsy Corona cold in your hand, your brushed

Goodbye, so long! Don’t wait home for me darling, I’m not coming home! Draw the blinds and set the alarm, 'Cause I’m not coming home In the morning you will rise With in your eyes 'Cause I’ll be gone,

I'm bad and you know it Clap your hands Stomp your feet Scream out loud I'm so misunderstood But I'm trying to be good Well, I'm bad and you know it

Where did all the good people go, We got heaps and heaps of what we sow I've been changing channels On the TV shows They got this and that With a rattle of tat Man what you gonna do Gimme some truth Now whose side are we on

And it sure feels right It feels like a struck match kissing gasoline It feels a little better than it ever has It sure feels good, baby let’s be bad I feel your heart, I feel you there When they get a little tipsy Corona cold in your hand, your brushed

Tip it on back, make it feel good Sip a little more than you know you should Let the smoke roll, off your lips Let it all go whatever it is and tip it on back I don’t wanna remember what I’m here to forget tonight So tip it on back I see main street