Those fingers in my hair That sly come hither stare That strips my conscience bare It's witchcraft And I've got no defense for it The heat is too intense for it What good would common sense for it do 'Cause it's witchcraft, wicked witchcraft And

Good night! Sleep tight! Don't let the dead bite! What would you do if I told you I hate you? What would you do if your life's on the line? What would you say if I told you I hate you? I got something that'll blow your mind, mind! Wrap a rope around your

Until I smile at you Within my heart I know I will never start To smile again I'll never smile again I'll never laugh again What good would it do For tears would fill my eyes My heart would realize That our romance is true

You say that you want me I hope that you do Cause tell me just where I would be in this world Without someone like you When you say that you need me Like only you can Oh baby you don't really know what you've done To the heart of this man So baby tonight

But what good's love if it ain't a little complicated? No, it don't always go just like you hoped it would But sometimes complicated's pretty damn good Roll the window down, baby, wave goodbye To your mama standin' there in the drive From the day we met

What can I do? What can I do? To get back to your heart I'd swim the Mississippi river If you would give me another start, girl I don't want much I just wanna be a better man Give me your good luck I was singing with them Jezebels

When I'm out from under I don't wanna dream about All the things that never were Maybe I can live without I don't wanna feel the pain What good would it do me now I'll get it all figured out (From under, from under, from under, from under) And part of me

Shouldn't I be with you Pretending I don't care When you know as well as I Or just a second wind For the good old song that we use to call pretending What would you have me do Just turn and walk out on you And leave you standing there That would be

Preach a little gospel, sell a couple bottles of doctor good I was born in the wagon of a travellin' show My mama used to dance for the money they'd throw Papa would do whatever he could Gypsy's, tramps, and thieves We'd hear it from the people of the

I've come to expect it from you But that's what I get How could you do what you've gone and done to me I wouldn't treat a dog the way you treated me Nervous wreck I can't believe you said goodbye Sit and smoke Cry and joke