You said it was over But your clothes say different on my bedroom floor But your clothes say different on my bedroom floor, yeah You be saying real, real nice, real nice things When I'm touching you You be getting real, real, real, real, real jealous

Home ain't where his heart is anymore He may hang his hat behind our bedroom door But he don't lay his head down to love me like before He knew how to reach me deep inside And he found a part of me I could not hide And we'd walk and talk and touch

Wake up dead, you die I sneak in my own house It's four in the morning I had too much to drink Said I was out with the boys I creep in my bedroom I slip into bed, I know if I wake her, I'll wake up dead

You said it was over But your clothes say different on my bedroom floor But your clothes say different on my bedroom floor, yeah You be saying real, real nice, real nice things When I'm touching you You be getting real, real, real, real, real jealous

Did you see your friend crying from his eyes today Did you see him run through the streets and far away Did you see him run, did you see him fall Did his life flash by at the bedroom door Did you hear the news it came across the air today Someone has

I might not be a man yet, I can barely make out a little light from the house on the cul-de-sac Bedroom upstairs, it's a family affair. I've watched you in class, your eyes are cut glass and you stay covered upstairs Head to your toe, so nobody will know

All I ever wanted All I ever needed Just too dumb to surrender She shakes Like a mornin railway checking me out Someone on her shoulder Flickers in the bedroom She must feel it's awkward Or it's Arizona

Home ain't where his heart is anymore He may hang his hat behind our bedroom door But he don't lay his head down to love me like before He knew how to reach me deep inside And he found a part of me I could not hide And we'd walk and talk and touch

Give me some of that Baby, you look so good In nothing but my cowboy hat Moonlight through the window, country on the radio Silhouette, beautiful come a little closer Nothing but my cowboy hat When you're dancing around the bedroom We've been out all

If I want to Jim Jones painting in a blue bedroom Keep your pretty promise to yourself Psychic Television and Death in June Look out 'cause you know what you're doing