Ooh, oh, whoa-oh Thinking of you, thinking of you I'm thinking of you Wanna be with you I wasn't looking for a romance Blue skies but I'm in the dark Waiting on someone that gotta pick me up Ooh, I'm coming right back Tried to forget about you and no

And it is way too unhealthy Often they've typically been starved for attention before They don't even care at all She's open waiting for more And I know he's only looking to score He pauses shaving and he tells himself that he is the bomb She has her

Devil's in the house of the risin' sun. Chickens in the bread pen pickin' out dough. Granny, does your dog bite? The devil went down to Georgia, He was looking for a soul to steal, He was in a bind he was way behind, he was willin' to make a deal. When

You could be that You could be that girl And I can see that good girl gone bad Well I'm looking for a bonnie Lookin' for a p.I.C A 'lil partner in crime come hell or high water she's down she's ridin' with me 'Lil miss watch for blue lights While I

I wouldn't have you any other way She don't think she worth it La, la-la, la-la, la Mmm-mm, oh-oh Oh-oh, Lil Boat (Javar said, "Pick up that bag", right?) In the mirror, she don't think she perfect Late night on the net, she be surfin' Looking for a

I'll be your dog And I'll be your dog I'll pick you up When this road gets too rough I'll be your light when you're stuck in this night Underneath my feet I'm looking for something Dusty headlights and I can't see I feel the wind of the south blowing

She's the woman A little low on cash But I'm high on luck I wanna be your knight In shining pick-up truck With a Chevy for my summer home Let's get the party started It's looking like the city towed My other apartment

And it's your face I'm looking for on every street There's gotta be a record of you someplace You gotta be on somebody's books The lowdown, a picture of your face Your injured looks The sacred and profane The pleasure and the pain Somewhere your

Hello, hello Let me tell you what it's like to be a zero, zero I'm looking for a way out Let me show you what it's like to always feel, feel Let me show you what it's like to never feel, feel Like I'm good enough for anything that's real, real Looking

Devil's in the house of the risin' sun. Chickens in the bread pen pickin' out dough. Granny, does your dog bite? The devil went down to Georgia, He was looking for a soul to steal, He was in a bind he was way behind, he was willin' to make a deal. When