We all got a hillbilly bone down deep inside And when the band starts banging and the fiddle saws You can't help but hollering, yee haw! When you see them pretty little country queens Man you gotta admit that's in them jeans Ain't nothing wrong, just

"Can't we be friends?" She's gonna turn me down and say I thought I'd found the girl of my dreams So it seems this is how the story ends Never again and through with love And through with them They play their game without shame And who's to blame? I'll

Let it go, let it go Let the storm rage on Don't let them in, don't let them see Can't hold it back anymore The cold never bothered me anyway Here I stand Snow glows white on the mountain tonight, not a foot print to be seen A kingdom of isolation, and

No matter where you go on earth you can't outrun it I've heard scientists, Get confused when you ask them to define it, Cause its a miracle, It keeps the universe we see from ever dying, And the stars from falling, Though we can't see it It must true And

Jennie, talk to me, Jennie You make me go crazy And all you can say is no Me and Theron be one of your man them All your girlfriend them they can't stand 'em And I see them and I jam and past the hazard I just toss them after I slam they 'Cause from the

Let it go, let it go homie Just let it go, let it go, let it go You know we can see through the blinds homie See through the truth and them lies homie You know they can't see what we see homie Difference from the real and make believe homie So let it go,

Nothing can't mash up me and me bonafide Such a beauty, you're a cutie, every man hypnotize Coulda never lead me stray no matter how hard them try True you see me hesitate, nobody think say me shy Them put the after call me for me, finna me roll me eye

You are, you are, you are my everything And it's taken me a lot to say So it's time to push my pride away I've cried enough tears to see my own reflection in them And then it was clear I can't deny I really miss it To think that I was wrong I guess you

Andy Warhol looks a scream Hang him on my wall Andy Warhol, Silver Screen Can't tell them apart at all Like to take a cement fix Be a standing cinema Dress my friends up just for show See them as they really are Put a peephole in my brain

Hey you've got to hide your love away Here I stand head in hand Turn my face to the wall If she's gone I can't go on Feeling two foot small Everywhere people stare Each and every day I can see them laugh at me And I hear them say