She screams with those eyes I have lived in a junkyard Where the weeds eat up the rain If you get anything there even out of place You know there's hell to pay And he said "you're as sick as you are lovely And in need of a hand" He tells me "you are

Let me show you how it’s done We can start with the touch of a hand like a movie scene Moving into the weight that you’ve been wanting to put on me There is no need to be nervous, I know you been looking for love, so Yeah, I can show you how it’s done

She screams with those eyes I have lived in a junkyard Where the weeds eat up the rain If you get anything there even out of place You know there's hell to pay And he said "you're as sick as you are lovely And in need of a hand" He tells me "you are

What my heart needs is a woman's touch A tender hand to fix it up Its rough and ragged edges sure could use some love Lately I've been lookin' through the windows of my soul And I can see there's not much left to hold Just an empty space surrounded by

I put my own rock on my hand (woo) Fanning myself, I'm stanning myself I don't need a man I love me so much I put my hands on myself If I'm loving you, it's 'cause I can ('cause I can) I put my own rock on my hand If I'm loving you, it's 'cause I can I

Don't wanna be a part of the good ol' boys club Cigars and handshakes, appreciate you but no thanks Another gear in a big machine don't sound like fun to me Favors for friends will get you in and get you far I don't need a membership to validate The hard

Another vice Another bed I shouldn't crawl out of At seven a.m. with shoes in my hand Said I wouldn't do it, but I did it again Mmm, another vice Steady as a needle dropping on a vinyl Neon singer with a jukebox title full of heartbreak Thirty-three,

Hey baby, I'm a country man Hey, I'm a country man A city boy can't do the things I can You need hands, rough not soft To come and warm you up up in that cold hayloft Let me hold you little darling in my big strong arms Can't get these kind of muscles

No need to state the obvi', I be close to your heart I know you looking for real love I got my hand on my Glock, posted on the block I might just let off a shot, at anyone tryin' to kill love Are you who I be in this weekend If so, let's get lost in the

You can't always get what you want You get what you need I saw her today at the reception But if you try sometimes you just might find A glass of wine in her hand At her feet was her footloose man You just might find I knew she would meet her connection