Underneath we're all the same I've been around a while I know wrong from right And since a long time ago Things been always black and white Just like you can't judge a book by the cover We all gotta be careful

Just wanna love, just wanna love on ya (uh, uh) And I just wanna hold you all night long Whenever I'm around you, nothing's wrong I'm hoping that you'll always be around You got me on a high, I don't wanna come down And I love it, I love it (these

It's like one step forward and two steps back No matter what I do you're always mad Maybe we're not meant to be And I, I can't change your mind I know it's like trying to turn around on a one way street I can't give you what you want And it's killing me

'Cause I always have to steal my kisses from you Always have to steal my kisses from you I put into Nashville, Tennessee But you wouldn't even come around to see me You seemed to headin' up to Carolina You know I gonna be right there behind you Now I

It's always something before the late night Around the corner, there's always something waiting for you Can't hold their hands back, can't make the sun rise It's always something, you know it's always something Early in the morning Your eyes meet the sun

Sky's on, fire The stars come Attempted to warn you Pay no mind to what the doubters all say I'mma be around for ever, always You can bet on it You know I, tried to

Guess I'll always have to be Living in a fantasy From now on That's the way it's got to be It's you for you, and me for me Monday has come around again I'm in the same old place With the same old faces always watching me Who knows how long I'll have to

The sun was red, and the fires were roarin' Stars aligned and the webs were spun I coulda sworn I heard my spirit soarin' Guess I'm always chasin' the sun Hopin' we will soon be one Until it turns around to me, then I try to run… On phosphorous wings the

And one arm around my boys A heart that's still pretty crazy If the world comes knocking With one arm around my baby Tell 'em I'm not home I'm finally holdin' my own I lived, loved, and died holdin' my own Always been a fighter, scrapper, and a clawer

Priscilla, Priscilla It's a difficult thing being Queen to the King How'd you get him to yourself? Between the whistle calls and Southern dolls He's always in high demand We turn around and the world's right there Woman to woman, I'm starting to see