If I knew one day you would come Now, baby, now, baby, now, baby All the things that I have done Oh, oh I, I was a city boy Riding to danger's where I'd always run above and is hurt I wouldn't have done All the things that I've done Oh, oh, oh, I, I know

Girl I'll do anything to make you feel special Man it's easy to see you're special to me Whether we lovers or friends, we'll always be I want you to know, you're special Aw man! Ay Game, don't tell me you love her (I mean I like the bitch, but I don't

And now we never will, never will We wrote our names along the bathroom walls Graffitiing our hearts across the stalls I've been waiting for my whole life to grow old Time to kill Was always an illusion Time stood still I'm writing to ask you; did you

Nothing can come Nothing can come between us I always hope that you remember What we have is strong and tender In the middle of the madness It's about faith

I've been pushing all my life, all my life, all my life I've been pushing all my life Oh, I always jump ship We are closer than I've ever been I said we stay in the fire And hope we can burn our way out (Oh) The road to my heart gets hot as hell For

(Let 'em know!) Know who you fuckin' with! Know who you fuckin' with! Know who you fuckin' with?! Know who you fuckin' with? Always (Always!) Always (Always!) Know who you fuckin' with?!

You can't make old friends Can't make old friends But you can't make old friends What will I do when you are gone? Who's gonna tell me the truth? Who's gonna finish the stories I start, The way you always do? When somebody knocks at the door, Someone new

I will be waving every time you leave Oh, I am you The care, the love, the memories Mother, I am always close to you We are the story of one Father, I am always close to you You are forever in me All this for you I climbed off your back

She's a tomboy Move along boy Tangled hair and bruises on her knees Always has a way of saying 'no way' Some people don't get her, but that's okay Tomboy, Hail Mary Never needs a dress to make her pretty She's a killjoy, such a let down Daddy tried to

Priscilla, Priscilla It's a difficult thing being Queen to the King How'd you get him to yourself? Between the whistle calls and Southern dolls He's always in high demand We turn around and the world's right there Woman to woman, I'm starting to see