We should be friends I don't know you well but I know that look On losing sleep and gaining weight On pain and shame and crazy trains Oh, we should be friends If your mind's as cluttered as your kitchen sink If your heart's as empty as your diesel tank

It's a fight to act like you weren't in mind, oh mind Though I swore I washed it off in the waves And I wish I was sorry, damn I wish I was sorry That I don't know how to stay away, stay away Every time we drew our lines They grew legs and walked

You don't know a thing about me 'Cause baby you don't know a thing about me You ain't got the right to tell me Acting like you own me lately Mister Know It All Well you, you think you know it all Oh you think that you know me, know me That's why I'm

Cry, Cry in shame (yeah) Cry, Cry in shame (cry) Cry, Cry in shame, shame Cry, Cry in shame yes, yes, yes You said you didn't wanna love somebody else If you won't loving me ooh baby, yeah don't you know you did me wrong yeah You kiss and you cheat like

Late night messages Thinkin' 'bout what I might do Don't know what'd got into me Probably 'cause you keep sendin' me Them late night messages Keep sendin' them late night messages Late night messages, oh-woah oh-woah Ridin' 'round thinkin' 'bout you

Tonight's the night It'll be alright Don't stop moving baby Oh don't stop moving baby I can feel the night time coming I can feel my resistance falling so low Don't you know baby you got it This hold on me But I love just what you're doing

You can rely on the old man's money 'Cause you know it don't matter anyway Say money but it won't get you too far You're a rich girl, and you've gone too far Get you too far It's a bitch girl and it's gone too far It's a bitch girl but it's gone too far

He rode up on a winter day Steam risin' off a streak face bay Said you probably know my name If you don't it's Arkansas Dave He talked of fifteen years ago And how he got the bay he rode He said he killed a man in Ohio First man he killed, first horse he

Oh, don't ask why I tell you we must die Oh, moon of Alabama We now must say goodbye We've lost our good old mama Well, show me the way To the next whisky bar Show me the way For if we don't find

Could you be loved and be loved? Could you be loved, wo now! and be loved? (Could you be, could you be, could you be loved?) Don't let them change ya, oh! Or even rearrange ya! Oh, no! (Could you be loved, could you be loved?) Say something! Reggae,