That I made when I left you So now I'm changing all those changes I-I-I should have reconsidered all those things I said I'd do Sweetheart I'm changing all those changes Because I made those changes when I thought you were untrue A-but now you're gone

Sweet dreams are made of this Who am I to disagree? I've traveled the world and the seven seas Everybody's lookin' for something Keep your head up, movin' on Hold your head up, movin' on Some of them want to use you Some of them want to get used by you

And baby you're a sweet surprise You're a strong, free, just what I need, wild card And baby you're my wild card My perfect little twist of fate Favorite part of everything Lucky like a shooting star Baby, you're my wild card I didn't see it coming

Runnin' wild and solo Just as fast as thing goes, boy Give me some more She's my little rock star, man she knows it She's shooting whiskey singing 'Sweet Child of Mine', now She ain't into wine and dinin' Ridin' 95 sittin' shot gun pretty Turnin' this

You're the best I ever had I left down in New Orleans Magnolia, you sweet thing You're driving me mad Got to get back to you, babe I'll soon be there Whippoorwill's singing Soft summer breeze Makes me think of my baby

I can't resist Temptation, temptation, temptation Rusted brandy in a diamond glass Everything is made from dreams Time is made from honey slow and sweet Only the fools know what it means Well I know that he is made of smoke But I've lost my way He knows

These foolish things remind me of you And still my heart has wings Oh, how the ghost of you clings! How strange how sweet to find you still These things are dear to me They seem to bring you near to me Oh! Will you never let me be? Oh! Will you never set

I feel a sin (I feel a sin) comin' on Sweet temptation All over the place Give me tall dark and handsome, Mix it up with something strong I feel a sin comin' on And you can see it All over my face I feel a right that's about to go wrong

She’s a dirty little thing, crazy as hell She’s a lipstick stain on a burned cigarette Like an old blues song stuck in my head Mississippi mud and I’m sinking in She’s my rock-n’-roll queen, sweet southern belle She’s got Mississippi Blood runnin’

Oh baby, you know what I like Hello, baby Yeah, this is the Big Bopper speakin' Ha ha ha ha ha, oh you sweet thing Will I what? Chantilly lace and a pretty face And a pony tail a-hangin' down