We're leaving together, But still it's farewell And maybe we'll come back, To earth, who can tell? I guess there is no one to blame We're leaving ground Will things ever be the same again? It's the final countdown, We're heading for Venus and still we

And it's all for the love of thee Well met, well met said an old true love Well met, well met said he I've just returned from the salt salt sea Come in, come in my old true love And have a seat with me It's been three fourths of a long long year Since

Baby, I'm so glad you're over here Now I get to show you all the things That I been wanting to show you for such a long time Don't say nothin' Picture this you and me in the kitchen babe, on the counter Feeding each other fruits babe Straight from there

It's just temporary insanity Till I get over what she did to me I'll be heartbroke out of my mind Well I'm flyin' high and feelin' low Drinkin' hard and dancin' slow I'm gonna shine my buckle to George Jones Heartaches are hot on my heels, bartender the

Got a long list of ex-lovers They'll tell you I'm insane So it's gonna be forever Or it's gonna go down in flames You can tell me when it's over If the high was worth the pain 'Cause you know I love the players And you love the game 'Cause we're young

Misery's best friend can't be a dead-end A bag full of regrets, and I'm coming clean Some feel it, especially the rejects A bad habit; don't forget it: you better Count your last blessings and fill up the wagon Chases its feet And now I'm running out of

Been a long time gone, Long time gone, and it ain't coming back again. Daddy sits on the front porch swinging, Looking out on a vacant field. Used to be filled with burley t'bacca. Now he knows it never will. My brother found work in Indiana, Sister's a

Uh-uh-uh-eh-eh Cecilia, you're breaking my heart You're shaking my confidence daily Uh-uh-uh-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh I turn my radio up and it's just my luck Why are you following me? It's like a 'missing you' sign Is written on my face

Hand full of grams, other hand full of them bands Wear the Balmain like a Nike Tech I be ballin’ like Mike and them I got two TECs like I fight the ref Pussy boy know it’s on sight for him Came up on some bands Balmain the sweater, Truey the pants He did

Most of y'all all sound all the same With your fancy cars and your diamond rings Don't you know it's about to change? What are you so afraid of? The emcee, master of ceremonies My pen be faster, how dare you phonies? That temp me, run back and your