Ooh, got to choose who's your baby Who's your baby, who's your baby Baby, you know I heard the neighbors say Baby, you might be leavin' me today Oh yeah, mmm, someone's come along and shared your time Don't care, no I don't, no But you can't be his and

I don't want to stay Oh yeah can you see them? Out on the porch Ah, but they don't wave Round the front way, yeah And I know and I know On a porch a letter sat

Oh, the trouble with love Everybody knows it's the best kind, too It'll get you in deep, yeah, it always does Oh, but the trouble's gonna find you Oh, but I got no trouble with love Oh, and that's the trouble with love The trouble with time is that you

That ain't us, That ain't my America, That ain't My America You want to slam ol' Uncle Sam but I ain't lettin' you Yeah I'm mad as hell and you know I still, bleed red white and blue Sometimes I want to light up underneath the no smoking sign Sometimes I

Get your walk on, get your head tight I know you feelin the shit, shit is dead right Get your bounce on, back dat ass up Bitch pass me the bottle, fill your glass up (Yeah) I can drink a whole Henessey fifth Some call that a problem but I call it a gift

Yeah, your lips keep gettin’ in the way You know we should’ve called it a night, babe But goodbye’s something I can’t say Oh, oh, I said thirty more minutes, thirty minutes ago And oh, oh, but we’re still right here and you already know that I should

Oh, yeah, I'll still take you home So what do you know? Oh-woah, woah, woah Oh, you know nothing Yeah, but I'll still take you home Well, it's ever so funny 'Cause I don't think you're special, I don't think you're cool You're just probably alright But

You know I don't trust nobody Said only I can touch your body You must be somebody, 'cause I don't trust nobody But if I touch your body, I might trust somebody, yeah I'm a tell you how I want it Baby, tell me how you need it Hope you're good at keeping

And I know how it's to be, yeah Cause, I think I'm goin' blind There is nothing more for you and I I'm ninety three, you're sixteen And I know how it should be Some are young and some are free But I think I'm goin' blind Little lady, can't you see You're

Baby, we ain't never been bad lovers Baby, we ain't never been Love, we can laugh it off But one thing's certain, not one time never, no We both know we're better off, under covers Yeah, we might not string all the good times together Sun coming up