Deep in my heart, I know that it's over When we were younger, younger You and me were so, so close And maybe that's what hurts the most So I just save my breath Deleted your number so I can't call you Call you my brother, the way that we used to I've

That's just what you do When you're at the bottom It sure could drain a man About as empty as these beer cans Yeah, this time it's it, I'm callin' it quits I'm not turnin' her on anymore She packed up the same ol' stuff And slammed the same ol' door And

That's all right. What you call me? You didn't! You don't wear continental clothes, or Stetson hats. Well I tell you one dog-gone thing. It makes me feel good to know one thing. I know I'm a lover. Matter of opinion. That's all right, Mama was. Papa too.

They call me the workin' man I guess that's what I am It seems to me I could live my life A lot better than I think I am I guess that's why they call me I get up at seven, yeah And I go to work at nine I got no time for livin'

That's what they call me I'm a love man Six feet one weigh two hundred and ten Oh baby I'm a love man I'm a love man Call me the love man Oh, baby I'm the love man A long hair real fair skin A long legs and I'm-a out-a sight There ain't no doubt I'm

Homeless child What is left For the homeless child Nowhere here To call my home No one near To call my own All that's left Is for me to roam

What you call me? (tramp!) No you didn't! (you don't wear continental clothes, or Stetson hats) Well, I tell you one doggone thing It makes me feel good to know one thing, I know I am a lover (Matter of opinion) that's all right, mama was, papa too And

But I can guarantee There'll be no knock on the door I come from downtown Born ready for you And grace, too He said I'm fabulously rich C'mon just let's go She kinda bit her lip Geez, I don't know I'm total pro that's what I'm here for

What is this thing called love? I saw you there one wonderful day You took my heart and threw it away That's why I ask the lord in heaven above This funny thing called love? Just who can solve its mystery? Why should it make a fool of me?

That's what you do to me I don't know what you call it but, uh I start a conversation and my mind goes blank When asked my name I can't even think I'm just not hungry when it's time to eat My blazer's on backwards, shoes are on the wrong feet Well some