And P.S. if this is Austin I still love you She left without leavin' a number Said she needed to clear her mind He figured she'd gone back to Austin 'Cause she talked about it all the time It was almost a year before she called him up Three rings and an

I need to live a little, have some fun Take some time, waste it on number one Find a girl that brings my whole world to a stop Live a little, love a lot Stressed out, running late, racing down the interstate Spilled hot coffee down the front of my jeans

Please, celebrate me home, Give me a number, Please, celebrate me home Play me one more song, Celebrate, celebrate Well I'm finally here, But I'm bound to roam, Come on celebrate me home That I'll always remember,

I'm the number one fan He said please come to Boston For the springtime I'm stayin' here with some friends And they've got lots of room You can sell your paintings on the sidewalk By a cafe where I hope to be workin' soon Please come to Boston

I'm the number one fan He said please come to Boston For the springtime I'm stayin' here with some friends And they've got lots of room You can sell your paintings on the sidewalk By a cafe where I hope to be workin' soon Please come to Boston

'Cause I hope one day you'll get the sense to call me I'm hoping that you'll say So I'll keep your number saved 'Cause I hope one day I'll get the pride to call you You're missing me the way I'm missing you To tell you that no one else Is gonna hold you

To you I'm just a girl Now I know I'm just another one of your Friday nights But I'm no past time, this is gonna be the last To you I'm just a girl, I'm just a call when there's nowhere else to fall Just a number on your wall, In a pretty dress and

You know it could happen It don't happen till it happen When it happen You gonna wish it never did Mouthafucka You know my fuckin' name I'm number one With a motherfuckin' bullet man

I'm the number one fan He said please come to Boston For the springtime I'm stayin' here with some friends And they've got lots of room You can sell your paintings on the sidewalk By a cafe where I hope to be workin' soon Please come to Boston

And I'm just as country as country can be I grew up on Jones and Tammy Wynette Blue collar dollars and the sun on my neck Nascar and Earnhart, still miss number three Hey, I'm just as country as country can be Wide open spaces fit me like a glove Still