I don't think Waylon done it that way And if he was here he'd say "'hoss, neither did Hank" I ain't dogging what you're doing but boys, come on let's get real Get-ups, gimmicks One-hit wonders that don't stick Pretty boys, acting tough Boy bands give it

Get some colours on Now I don't care what you dress like or what you wear But please make sure baby, you've got some colours in there Now it's all very well stepping out in black and white But you're no girlfriend of mine if you're doing that right

'Cause since I've come on home, well my body's been a mess And I've missed your ginger hair and the way you like to dress Won't you come on over, stop making a fool out of me And I think of all the things, What you're doing and in my head I paint a

I don't belong here I wish I was special You're so fuckin' special But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo What the hell am I doing here? When you were here before Couldn't look you in the eye You're just like an angel Your skin makes me cry

What he's doing with a girl like you I wanna know, know, know, know You're too fine to be looking so blue So blue, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Baby, you're one and only He ain't giving you attention Wanna know, wanna know, wanna know Is he telling you you're

Too real when I feel what my heart can't conceal Just laughing and gay like a clown (ooh ooh) I'm wearing my heart like a crown Pretending that you're still around Oh yes, I'm the great pretender (ooh ooh) Pretending I'm doing well (ooh ooh) My need is

Pay attention to what you're doing in your life ‘Cause your life is right in front of you Everything you need is right in front of you Even if you're broke, even if you're broke, dead broke It's because it's supposed to be like that and everything The

I'm going to get my gun! This motherfucker wants to disrespect me? (Em, Em, what the fuck you doing man?) I got something for his ass. (Calm Down) No you Calm Down! (Man, what's you're problem?) Fuck that! The motherfucker want's to pop shit to me!?

I've seen what you're doing Destroying puppet strings Hands are red with your blame Megaphone screaming my name Whimpers someone I should've loved Souls weeping above Micro waves me insane A Blaine cuts in your brain

You're beautiful, beautiful, you should know it I think it's time, think it's time that you show it Well baby what you doing? where you at? where you at? Why you acting so shy? holding back, holding back We're not the only ones doing it like that, it