Don't leave me this way Aaah baby, my heart is full of love and desire for you Now come on down and do what you gotta do (Now come on girl and do what you gotta do) You started this fire down in my soul Now can't you see it's burning out of control Come

Oh, down beside your red firelight Fat bottomed girls, you make the rockin' world go 'round Are you gonna let it all hang out? Fat bottomed girls Okay, okay! This is called, uh Fat Bottomed Girls! (One, two, three, four!) Are you gonna take me home

You put your hands on me, I'll put my hands on you We'll get out of hand, girl, I'll give you whatever hand you want me to I can't quit, can't kick this kind of craving Girl you drive me fifty shades of crazy You set a fire up and down my skin as your

Do-do-do do-do A little jealous A colorful mess, but I'm funny Oh, I'm a heartbreak vet But I'm in this space with you Colored out the lines I came to find, my fire was fate with you I like my girls just like I like my honey; sweet A little selfish

I was the girl who was on fire I look in the mirror Is this our world? Is it someone else? To where you are Are we star crossed lovers? Did I really want you gone? If I'm really a winner Where do these demons come from?

This girl is on fire She's walking on fire She's just a girl, and she's on fire Hotter than a fantasy, longer like a highway She's living in a world, and it's on fire Feeling the catastrophe, but she knows she can fly away Oh, she got both feet on the

I just wanna get right down at the fire light Let my baby sing "Hold me tight "You honky tonk nighttime man" Drink away this crazy world Hold tight to a longneck-holdin' girl Won't you give it all boys, the fed-up give a damn Pour some whiskey on this

Call my name, here I come It pains me Please, just leave it Ninety to nothing, watch me run I am ashamed to say Ugly girls know their fate Anybody can get laid You want a room with a fire escape I want to tell you how much I hate this

This girl is on fire She's walking on fire Spirit of Marilyn callin' me, audibly Bawlin' she, said that she would never leave Continued to torture me Telling me to come with her Underneath my comforter And she brought a gun with her Pills and some rum