Stealing kisses in those misses within beats Stealing kisses in those bloody sheets I'm killing you, I'm killing you We got three days to feel each other We got three days to sing this song Ooh ooh ooh It's just my nature, I ruin love Burn bright, burn

Those were different days But those were different days Staring at the picture of the runaways on the wall Seems like these day you couldn’t run away at all And even if you did, what you got to run away to Just another drunk daddy with a white man’s

You take your all right, you take your can't wait An' mix it all up with some down home southern drawl, y'all You got your yee haw It's five o'clock, just got paid I'll be off the next two days No more workin' like dogs No more leash, no more boss I've

Oh, it's a long, long while from May to December But the days grow short when you reach September When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame One hasn't got time for the waiting game Oh, the days dwindle down to a precious few September, November

Bring you all along with me Will we need it? When the war ends, yeah We'll wonder what it was about And when we grow old, yeah We'll all wonder how we missed out I've got soulful days to counter evil ways Shed me from the universe Carry me from life

And no shoes, no shirt, no problems Blues what blues hey I forgot them The sun and the sand and a drink in my hand with no bottom I've been up to my neck workin' six days a week Wearin' holes in the soles of the shoes on my feet Been dreamin' of gettin'

Drop the coin right into the slot You're gotta hear somethin' that's really hot With the one you love, you're makin' romance All day long you been wantin' to dance, Feeling the music from head to toe Round and round and round we go Up in the mornin' and

You better, you better, you better I do it nice, seven days a week Like oh my, oh my, oh my God I don't do nothing for free you know I got to charge When I'm done, they be like you better When that check come I be like I pull up, like what's up,

Oh, it's a long, long while from May to December But the days grow short when you reach September When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame One hasn't got time for the waiting game Oh, the days dwindle down to a precious few September, November

Oh, it's a long, long while from May to December But the days grow short when you reach September When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame One hasn't got time for the waiting game Oh, the days dwindle down to a precious few September, November