We're heading for the sky And we'll get lost in it 'cause And I will pose if I wanna And I will vogue like Madonna I might not dance like M.J, R.I.P. But I will give the best of me All I want is everything Yes everything too much is not enough I'm sick

You can't be everybody's cup of tea Some like it bitter, some like it sweet Nobody's everybody's favorite, so you might as well just make it how you please You can't be, everybody's cup of tea Maybe your jacket is a hand-me down Maybe you slept with half

Easy come girl, easy go. Goodbye, farewell, so long, vaya con dios. Good luck, wish you well, take it slow. Says she's had enough of me, I've had enough of her too. I might as well go on and set her free, she's already turned me loose. No fault, no

We could just run them red lights We’re going to make it now Don’t ever turn around Nobody else needs to know Where we might go There ain’t no reason to stay We’ll be light years away What are we waiting for Blacked out,

Well I told you once and I told you twice But you never listen to my advice Don't try very hard to please me With what you know it should come easy Well this might be the last time This might be the last time May be the last time, I don't know.

Might as well jump. Jump! Go ahead and, jump. I've got my back against the record machine I ain't the worst that you've seen. Oh can't you see what I mean? I get up, and nothing gets me down. You got it tough. I've seen the toughest around. And I know,

White lightning Yeah, the G-Men, T-Men, revenuers too Searchin' for the place where he made his brew They were lookin', tryin' to book him Mighty, mighty pleasin' You're pappy's corn squeezin' But my pappy kept on cookin' Well, in North Carolina, way

I might as well get stoned Might as well get stoned Get it off my mind Ain't got a thing to do All I've got is time The bottle's all I've had to be a friend of mine And since my whiskey's gone Well, she said, she didn't love me And kicked me out the door

I'm as restless as a willow in a windstorm I'm as jumpy as a puppet on a string I'd say that I had spring fever But I know it isn't spring I am starry-eyed and vaguely discontented Like a nightingale without a song to sing Oh, why should I have Spring

I will not vanish and you will not scare me Try to get through it, try to bounce to it All the while thinking I might as well do it They be lovin' someone and I'm not that stupid Take the next ticket to take the next train Why would I do it? And you