It's always messin' It's always messin' my mind It's a bad obsession So who you foolin' Don't try ta give me a line But I already left you and you're better off left behind But I can't stop thinkin' 'bout doin' it one more time

I don't care what you think, As long as it's about me The best of us can find happiness, in misery As long as it's about me, you said-a Say my name, and his in the same breath, I dare you to say they taste the same, Let the leaves fall off in the summer

I think it's workin' I think it's workin' yeah It keeps me hummin' Hummin' hummin' yeah Picking at a purple vein He's like a fat man in a little coat Suckin' red vines and rum and coke Singing I like ya jesus but I loves the dope I mighty itty bitty maw

I'm just a love machine Na, na na na na, na na na na, na naaah And I won't work for nobody but you, I'm just a love machine, A huggin', kissin' fiend. I think it's high time you knew, Whenever I think of you, My mind blows a fuse.

I'm wrapped around I've been wrapped around her finger Since the first time we went out Every day, and every night she's all I think about I need that girl beside me When the lights go out I think it's time to put a ring on the finger Every day I clock

"You don't really think you're gonna get away, do you?" "We haven't spotted them yet." "But they're somewhere in the immediate vicinity." A 100 Miles and Runnin'. MC Ren, I hold the gun and You want me to kill a motherfucker and it's done in. Since I'm

Sweet home Alabama Where the skies are so blue Lord, I'm coming home to you Big wheels keep on turning Carry me home to see my kin Singing songs about the south-land I miss 'ole' 'bamy once again and I think it's a sin Well I heard Mister Young sing

It's only words, and words are all I have To take your heart away You think that I don't even mean A single word I say Smile an everlasting smile A smile can bring you near to me Don't ever let me find you gone 'Cause that would bring a tear to me This

And I know I'll see better days Well I know you'll see things my way It's been so long since I've been fine I'm just tryin' to see the bottom of this bottle of wine 85 miles out of Nashville, thinkin' bout The way things change Try an keep it by the

But I got one of for you my Portobello Belle She thinks she's tough She ain't no English rose But the blind singer He's seen enough and he knows He do a song about a long-gone Irish girl Belladonna's on the high street Her breasts upon the offbeat And