No, she ain't she ain't you Can't leave you alone Every day that I'm with her, all I want is you I wanna leave but I'm afraid That you don't even feel the same And now I realize that she ain't you But you don't understand it, girl When she touches me,

Do you, Mr. Jones? You walk into the room with your pencil in your hand You see somebody naked and you say, "Who is that man?" You try so hard but you don't understand Just what you will say when you get home Because something is happening here but you

Every day I spend my time Drinkin' wine, feelin' fine Waitin' here to find the sign That I can understand Don't push your love too far Right now is where you are In a broken dream In the days between the hours

It's time to begin, isn't it? I get a little bit bigger but then I'll admit I'm just the same as I was Now don't you understand I'm never changing who I am I don't ever want to let you down I don't ever want to leave this town 'Cause after all This city

Everyone considered him the coward of the county "Promise me, son, not to do the things I've done Walk away from trouble if you can I hope you're old enough to understand Son, you don't have to fight to be a man" He'd never stood one single time to prove

They don't understand I don't need to live by your rules, you don't control me Until you've walked a mile in my shoes, you don't know me And I know, I know, I know you don't like it You don't, you don't, you don't know where I've been It's my life so

I just don't belong here, I hope you understand We might find a place in this world someday But at least for now, I gotta go my own away You'll be okay I've got to move on and be who I am (I'm trying to understand) I gotta go my own away Troy, listen I

Rough edges take time And I still want you Understanding Never losing our Holding onto We learn to hold it in Don't let it show Hide our hearts

Keep on chooglin' Maybe you don't understand it. But if you're a natural man, You got to ball and have a good time And that's what I call chooglin'.

Don't ask me what I think of you I might not give the answer that you want me to I can't help about the shape I'm in I can't sing, I ain't pretty, and my legs are thin Now when I talk to God I think he'll understand Stick by me and I'll be your guiding