I can make a thug cry, tonight There's something 'bout you Baby we got to Give it all that we got for the moment Watch me make a thug cry, tonight Cause that's how true love is supposed to be ain't it When it feels so good it shakes all your belief, baby

That's all right. What you call me? You didn't! You don't wear continental clothes, or Stetson hats. Well I tell you one dog-gone thing. It makes me feel good to know one thing. I know I'm a lover. Matter of opinion. That's all right, Mama was. Papa too.

I got you under my skin You make me feel You make me shine And the love profusion You make me know And I know I can feel bad When I get in a bad mood And the world can look so sad Only you make me feel good

That real good feeling, the kind that makes you wanna sing I don't mind being on my own, but I would love it if you came along So we can live it easy, living easy, that real good feeling, living easy 'Cause you know I'm never in a rush I like my living

Hide or alone you make it feel at home Silence is not even there no more You make it feel at ease something to embrace A heart that's forever believing it Life ain't that good that it's worth dying for But baby I'll always take a bullet for you Hold on

Times are good or bad, happy or sad Let's stay together I, I'm I'm so in love with you Whatever you want to do Is all right with me Cause you make me feel so brand new And I want to spend my life with you Let me say that since, baby, since we've been

What you call me? (tramp!) No you didn't! (you don't wear continental clothes, or Stetson hats) Well, I tell you one doggone thing It makes me feel good to know one thing, I know I am a lover (Matter of opinion) that's all right, mama was, papa too And

Ooh, I need a dirty woman Ooh, I need a dirty girl I am just a new boy Stranger in this town Where are all the good times? Who's gonna show this stranger around? Will some woman in this desert land Make me feel like a real man?

What you call me? (tramp!) No you didn't! (you don't wear continental clothes, or Stetson hats) Well, I tell you one doggone thing It makes me feel good to know one thing, I know I am a lover (Matter of opinion) that's all right, mama was, papa too And

Sixty seconds now feels more like thirty Tick-tock, won't stop, around it goes Sand through the glass sure falls in a hurry And all you keep trying to do is slow it down, soak it in Keep trying to make the good times last as long as you can It just goes