Just like that you're six years old and you take a nap and you Wake up and you're twenty-five and your high school sweetheart becomes your wife You just might miss your babies growing like mine did Turning into moms and dads next thing you know your

Look at me I'm as helpless as a kitten up a tree And I feel like I'm clinging to a cloud I can't understand I get misty holding your hand Walk my way and a thousand violins began to play Or it might be the sound of your hello This music I hear I get

All I know is everybody loves me Feels just like I don't try Looks so good I might die Swaying to my own sound Flashes in my face now And you don't have to make a sound

I'm the bad guy, duh So you're a tough guy Like it really rough guy Just can't get enough guy Chest always so puffed guy I'm that bad type Make your mama sad type Make your girlfriend mad tight Might seduce your dad type

Just like that you're six years old and you take a nap and you Wake up and you're twenty-five and your high school sweetheart becomes your wife You just might miss your babies growing like mine did Turning into moms and dads next thing you know your

There's a window of opportunity, She knows what I'm thinking, Reads me like a book, But the key to get a second look, And a come here honey, Is treat her right in the daylight, And I might get lucky. When the kids are tucked in and a half a glass of

Hit me up with some love Everybody need contagious love (oh) And I'll be happy with just enough (love) Let me get that contagious love, like Gimme, gimme that contagious love It might rain just a little but, yeah, we dance in it Rock to the rhythm and we

All bad, all bad They try to get at me (They try to get at me) Behind your back (your back, your back) Tryin' to tell me that I'm just like the others But I ain't all bad No, no, I ain't all bad I ain't all bad I might make you mad, so mad My bad, no, I

Ain't scared to ride this train Make a few marks, leave a few stains Might slam just a little too hard Might take it just a little too far Might burn out like a firework, Like a shooting star across the sky Yeah, they're sure gonna know we were here You

My music at work Everything is bleak It's the middle of the night You're all alone and The dummies might be right No matter what you heard You feel like a jerk Avoid trends and cliches Don't try to be up to date