And it's just breaking my heart 'Cause she's not you But she's not you And when we're dancing It almost feels the same I've got to stop myself from Whisp'ring your name She even kisses me like you used to do Her hair is soft and her eyes are oh so blue

Yes my favorite place to be Is not a land called Honah Lee (MI.) Mentally or physically I want to be in New Orleans I kiss your hair your skin so bare I'll take you with me girl anywhere (MII) You fare well in stormy weather I never met a girl that I

I like doin' what she likes Doin' what she likes She likes hearin' how good she looks in them blue jeans Little kisses, sweeter than sweet tea Things I whispered in her ear, oh my Like running my fingers through her long hair Lightin' watermelon candles

So blue, so blue So blue, oh And from his rib an angel born as Eve Thy hair inspired God to make the breeze Thy lips inspired God to make a man Formed into flesh and promised him her hand Why do I cry at night still? Can't sleep without the Nyquil

Sara Beth is scared to death Around and around without any cares And her very first love is holding her close And a soft wind is blowing her hair To hear what the doctor will say She hasn't been well, since the day that she fell And the bruise it just

I've been sitting on the charts like a beach chair My last album, spent 52 weeks there Almost finished with the second, you should be scared Storms coming you should go inside and prepare No shortcuts, it ain't no cheats there I brought the whole city

Red sun go down way over dirty town Starlings are sweeping around crazy shoals A girl is there high heeling across the square Wind blows around in her hair and the flaqs upon the poles Waiting in the crowd to cross at the light She looks around to find a

That's what they call me I'm a love man Six feet one weigh two hundred and ten Oh baby I'm a love man I'm a love man Call me the love man Oh, baby I'm the love man A long hair real fair skin A long legs and I'm-a out-a sight There ain't no doubt I'm

Young money Mack I'm goin' in I'm a Millionaire I'm a Young Money Millionaire, tougher than Nigerian hair My criteria compared to your career just isn't fair I'm a venereal disease like a menstrual bleed Threw the pencil and leak on the sheet of the

Tempted by the fruit of another Tempted but the truth is discovered What's been going on Now that you have gone There's no other I bought a toothbrush, some toothpaste A flannel for my face Pajamas, a hairbrush New shoes and a case