"Ha oh ho, aw, play something country." Crank up the band, play the steel guitar. Hank it up a little, let's rock this bar. Threw back a shot, yelled "I'm a George Strait junkie." "Ha oh ho, play something country." Yes, she blew through the door like

You don't have to be on your own My song is love You don't have to be alone And I'm not gonna take it back And I'm not gonna say I don't mean that You're the target that I'm aiming at Love to the lovers shone And it goes up Your heavy heart

Back off, back off bitch Down in the gutter dyin' in the ditch You better back off, back off bitch Face of an angel with the love of a witch Oh baby, pretty baby Oh honey, you let me down honey I ain't playin' childhood games no more I said it's time for

Traitor hate your face, obey or you're gonna die Oh yeah I'll come back to you when I'm dead (Fire!) the fire is more right than my eyes Don't remain, go misplay, you're so, so wild (Traitor!) your vengeance night, yes, always for me Always now, once you

I don't mind When I'm with you You can tell me your lies You can me tell all night When I'm with, when I'm with, when I'm with But you know I got your back I'm on your side When you know I Know you're playing with my mind No I don't mind

Please forgive me Love is a game we play If you love me I'm right here Come back here Go, go (from this point on it's up to you) Then don't leave me Yeah, empty rooms Looking at a photo with a kiss and a come home soon

But it's you who makes me sing Playing back the moments Now I'm starting to believe That you could be at the show and know every word And I know where we are and I know who I am Baby, I'm your biggest fan, oh Took a while for me to see I never really

I’m comin’ back I’m comin’ back to outlast every outcast Like a hammer to a landmine You better stick to what you know ‘Cause I ain’t playing just to rewind I’m just feeding my appetite (I’m just feeding my appetite) Don’t you know I broke the mold? It’s

I got the drink in me goin' back to back They gon' ask if I can play this shit back to back Oh man, oh man Yeah, I learned the game from William Wesley, you can never check me Back to back for the niggas that didn't get the message Back to back like I'm

At the house Got a yellow backdoor porch party light Got a speaker in the window playing Barry White You and me out here swaying, star-gazing Gonna bring it back in, break the candles out Get the mood turned on and the lights out Lose a little something