Act nice, act nice and gentle to me Come on baby, hold my hand Come on baby, understand, you gotta You don't need no fancy clothes Where'd you get them, goodness knows? Just show some civility I don't need no luxuries, As long as you are understanding

You know some people They just wont understand They just wont understand these things Thank you for your message But I don't understand No, I just wont understand these things Well I know you are strong May your journey be long So come sit down

Find a few good buddies, start a band Just get you a guitar and learn how to play Cut up some jeans, come up with a name When you're living in a world that you don't understand I never was a straight-lace, straight A student Teacher's pet or child

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'.

Tell me how long gone are you gonna be How long gone are you gonna be How am I supposed to make any plans When I still don't even understand If you're ever gonna come back home to me I keep thinkin' any minute you'll be comin' home honey I ain't seen

I’m reaching for the door And I don’t understand why it has to be this way Lock the door, me in the closet But it’s just too hard on me, oh So come back home Picture of you in my pocket It’s all I really have left of you And it’s not enough to keep me

Just can't deny it My heart's been branded I can't let you go Don't understand it Just can't tell you no Don't leave me stranded 'Cause I just can't let you go Two eyes that haunt me When I turn out the light Two lips that taunt me

Cause they disappear in the light Cause they look a lot like mine And listen to me, it's okay to be afraid Just walk like you're never alone Baby, I don't I, I need you to understand I don't mind your shadows And I don't mind your shadows And I don't

Did you stand by me No, not at all You must explain why this must be You say you stand by your man Tell me something I don't understand You said you love me and that's a fact And then you left me, said you felt trapped Well some things you can explain

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