And you should know, please believe me I've picked up the phone a thousand times And tried to dial your number, but it's been so long It's never easy, it's like tryin' to spin the world the other way But for the way we let it end What can I say? What can

Whoa! Don't slip up or get got! (Why not man?) I'm comin' for that number one spot! (Alright) Rappers swearin' they on top! (Nuh uh, uh uh) But I'm comin' for they number one spot! (Alright man) Scheme scheme, plot plot (say what?) I'm comin' for that

I'm the queen of Kansas City, no thanks Omaha, thanks a lot I'm the number one attraction in every supermarket parking lot Kansas City Star, that's what I are Got a letter just this morning, it was postmarked Omaha It was typed and neatly written,

Ciao adios, I'm done If you're giving her all of your money and time I'm not gonna sit here wasting mine on you, yeah, you I'm onto you, yeah you I'm not your number one Kissing and having fun I saw you, with her And now you take her out, in your fancy

Calling Elvis, I'm here all alone Calling Elvis, is anybody home? Did he leave the building? Can he come to the phone? Well tell him I was calling just to wish him well Let me leave my number, heartbreak hotel Oh love me tender, baby don't be cruel

Rule number one Rule number two Working on my rules Rules, working my rules Working on my rules, working on my rules Working on my rules, yeah, my rules I've been working on my rules I'm on a high, we on the way

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

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

And I'm one number away from calling to you I said I was through, but I'm dying inside Got my head in a mess, girl, I confess I lied when I said, "I'm leaving and not coming back" Might be the whiskey or the midnight rain But everywhere I go, I see your

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