"Got so much to do. Huh, honey?" "Yes, definitely. I'm just..." "Well, look, again, if you need mom to come out there for a week..." "I don't think that needing, like, mothering." "No, no, not mothering. Organizing. Or doing, doing tasks." "Yes, right."

My wild sweet love Pay that no mind Just find that dappled dream of yours Come on back and see me when you can Man, I can understand how it might be Kind of hard to love a girl like me I don't blame you much for wanting to be free I just wanted you to

Bam bam dilla, bam bam Bam bam, bam bam I just wanted you to know 'Ey what a bam bam I don't blame you much for wanting to be free I loved you better than your own kin did From the very start Man I can understand how it might be Kinda hard to love a girl

Find a few good buddies, start a band Just get you a guitar and learn how to play Cut up some jeans, come up with a name When you're living in a world that you don't understand I never was a straight-lace, straight A student Teacher's pet or child

Stand By Your Man, Sometimes it's hard to be a woman giving all your love to just one man. You'll have bad times And he'll have good times, Doin' things that you don't understand. But if you love him you'll forgive him, even though he's hard to

Just can't deny it My heart's been branded I can't let you go Don't understand it Just can't tell you no Don't leave me stranded 'Cause I just can't let you go Two eyes that haunt me When I turn out the light Two lips that taunt me

Act nice, act nice and gentle to me Come on baby, hold my hand Come on baby, understand, you gotta You don't need no fancy clothes Where'd you get them, goodness knows? Just show some civility I don't need no luxuries, As long as you are understanding

What's understood ain't gotta be explained Baby you understand me now If sometimes you see that I'm mad Don't you know no one alive can always be an angel When everything goes wrong, you see some bad But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good Oh lord

Dammit babe (Dammit babe) I don't understand it, tell me how could you be so low, deo TKO, you've been swinging after the bell and after all of the whistle blows Tried to go below the belt, through my chest, perfect hit to the dome And dammit babe

Find a few good buddies, start a band Just get you a guitar and learn how to play Cut up some jeans, come up with a name When you're living in a world that you don't understand I never was a straight-lace, straight A student Teacher's pet or child