Make her smile, boy Make her smile Don't ever look away 'Cause she'll be the ocean on your darkest of days In every which damn way Don't be like your old man Who gets stuck in your ways Mr Wolf, the feast has been served This fancy wine with our days

Yeah, you up and took my whole world and made it so good, girl I got it good, girl, 'cause I got myself a good girl I could take you home to mama, take you to the church right down the street Still can't believe I found you, can't imagine life without

There's a man on the corner Begging for help There's a man that walks past him And he's drowning in wealth Who doesn't understand How disappointment destroys the soul Every look of shame Is a wound that will never heal What has he done to deserve this

You done fucked up, you done fucked up Lame nigga better know his luck up Fucked up, fucked up, fucked up, fucked up Fucked up, fucked up, fucked up, yeah Aye, fucked up, fucked up, fucked up, who, hey Fucked up, fucked up, fucked up, you, hey Pussy

Long for the stranger you know so well. Long for the sailor, beneath the skies Long for the white dove, no matter where she flies Pray for the soldier, who's wounded bad Pray for the dreamer, he's still so sad Pray for the stranger you know so well.

You know you shook me, you shook me all night long Whoa you shook me, pretty mama, you shook me all night long Oh you just kept on shakin' me baby, oh you done messed up my happy home What's gonna happen to my poor wife and child You know you move me

'Cause it's always the same And I'm always the same, whoa Such a swine, lips like wine but it don't matter to me Take a turn before I burn and it don't matter to me Like a snake awake and vague, it don't matter to me I can fuck or I can fight, it don't

You ain't talkin' to Mrs. Jones You speakin' to Miss Wilson now Who's that knockin' on that door You better get away from that door I don't know nobody named Jones You're in the right church, brother, but the wrong pew Sam Jones left his lawful wife,

The people are saying that you have been playing my heart Like a grand piano Play on, play on, play on The people are talking The one who came to take claim of this heart Cold hearted shame you'll remain just afraid in the dark So play on, play on, play

We're gonna have a house party Turn your TV off, break that boom-box out We'll wake up all the neighbours 'til the whole block hates us And the cops will show up and try to shut us down If you're gonna be a homebody If you wanna be a homebody You ain't