The best thing about being a woman Is the prerogative to have a little fun and Oh, oh, oh, go totally crazy, forget I'm a lady Men's shirts, short skirts Oh, oh, oh, get in the action, feel the attraction Color my hair, do what I dare Oh, oh, oh, I want

After all is said and done, I am not the one, I am not the one. You are still the one, You are still the one. (Oh, ooh ooh) Push and pull me closer Habit forming, you should stay far away Colored caffeine, magic

Oh, life's about to get good Life's about, life's about to get good It's all about forgiving and the will to walk away I'm ready to be loved, and love the way I should Oh! Life’s about joy, life's about pain (About to get good) I wasn’t just broken, I

Down in the valley, ha In the valley so low, Hang your hair over your shoulder And you can hear the four winds blow, now, oh my Now can't you hear the wind blow my love, Can't you hear the wind blow, We're down in the valley, ha In the valley so low,

Oh, I wish, for once, we could stay gold What if our hard work ends in despair? What if the road won't take me there? What if to love and be loved's not enough? What if I fall and can't bear to get up? It shone like gold No gold can stay We could stay

You can put a hole in my shoe I don't mind, yeah, that's fine For you, hoo, hoo, there's nothin' That I wouldn't do, hoo, hoo You can choose the channel When we're watchin' the T.V. Oh, babe, it's okay And you can pick the flavor

I'll shout it out like a bird set free I find myself in my melodies I sing for love, I sing for me You held me down We hold on so tight, we cannot deny Eats us alive, oh it eats us alive, oh Yes, there's a scream inside that we all try to hide We hold on

I woke up this mornin', feelin' round for my shoes Know 'bout 'at I got these, old walkin' blues Woke up this mornin', feelin' round for my shoes But you know 'bout 'at I, got these old walkin' blues Lord, I feel like blowin' my woh old lonesome horn Got

Hear that angel Catch my angel I'd rather save an angel down I'm a believer, it's a trial Foolish and weaker, oh, oh, oh Where are our leaders? Shots were fired on the street By the church where we used to meet

Oh, my daddy said shoot And men like me come around He said take care of your mother Watch out for your sister With his gun, with his head held high He told me not to cry With his right hand on his rifle He swore it on the bible My daddy said shoot