Billie Jean is not my lover She's just a girl who claims that I am the one But the kid is not my son She says I am the one, but the kid is not my son People always told me, "Be careful of what you do She was more like a beauty queen from a movie scene I

One more time for my taste I'll lay you down I'll lick your wounds See me fall from your eyes to your waist I feel your love, I feel your faith always One more time for my It's okay, it's me, babe Drink this wine from your sweet, from your case I'm not

I wanna hear you whisper on the telephone, yeah You call me up and then I'm satisfied I always think about you when I'm high I touch myself and then I'm not alone no more Do somethin' special to me I always think about you when I'm high (when I'm high)

Enemy, take a one good look at me Eradicate what you'll always be Your tainted flesh, polluted soul through a mirror I behold Throw a punch, shards bleed on the floor Tearing me apart but I don't care anymore Are you dead yet Don't hear, don't deem.

And it's beginning to get to me That I know more of the stars and sea Than I do of what's in your head Barely touching in our cold bed They're always fighting with aching joints It's doing nothing but tire us out No one knows what this fight's about We

Yeah everything goes away But bones in the ground We were tight knit boys Brothers in more then name You would kill for me And knew that I'd do the same And it cut me sharp Hearing you'd gone away But everything goes away

I used to say I and me, now it's us, now it's we. Ben, the two of us need look no more, We both found what we were looking for. With a friend to call my own, I'll never be alone, and you, my friend, will see, You've got a friend in me. Ben, you're always

God, your mama, and me Never gonna run dry, never gonna come up empty Now until the day I die, unconditionally You know I'm always gonna be here for ya No one's ever gonna love you more than That Sunday morning choir calling, church doors open wide That

That's how I'll always be I'll always be a fan of ol' stray dogs and guitars playin' One room churches, back road walks and front porch swingin' Sunset skies, bonfire nights, I love the simple things I'm a little more beer bottle beer joint than a fancy

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