La la la la la la lala la There might be another star But through my eyes the light of you it's all I see There might be another song So long ago my heart without demanding Informed me that no other love could do But listen did I not though understanding

We might just get hit with the R.I.C.O. Views, views, views Old ways, new women, gotta keep 'em balanced The girl of your dreams, to me is probably not a challenge I've been counted out so many times I couldn't count it Funny how now my accountant is

I don't care about nobody but you Girl you so special, I might be disrespectful Girl you so special, we so disrespectful Girl you can call my phone and four in the morning Girl you can come with me to her favorite diner Boy you can ride shotgun every

You want to take me to a doctor To talk to me about my mind To try to give directions to some places That I don't really want to find Trouble in me is not related To things that I might say or do I'm really not that complicated Your good doctor friend,

Young and wild like they said we should've never been And still a child filling those nights with grown up sin I burned up some cars, burned down some hearts Just to call myself a man I might not do it the same but I'd do it all again Just stay young and

A big black wide gorilla Like a dreadful mighty killer Well I was looking at a movie on the TV last night Then I had a very funny notion, yeah I really had to write a song about it And then I'm gonna sing it with my rock 'n roll band And I bet the people

Bad bitch, girl I think I might get used to you I'mma have to take your number when I'm through with you All I ask of you is try to earn my memory Make me remember you like you remember me Good to you She's about to earn some bragging rights I'm 'bout to

I changed my number couple times 'Cause man kept calling me for things And man are hating But they're waving Might just link Samantha Mix the gentlemen with gansta I know they see me on the camera When they saw me on their strip

I go down to the honkytonk I might not end up in the Hall of Fame With a star on the sidewalk with my name Or a statue in my hometown when I'm gone Nobody gonna name their babies after me I might not go down in history But I'll go down to the honkytonk

I still hear you sing my sweet love Evelyn In fact I'm so lonely I Dance with delusional angels of sin Kill false demons you might kill false angels too That's not what we wanna do Evelyn visions in the sky, all on my shoulder, all in my mind In fact I'm