The whole time you were just trying to love me Wanted to talk but I walked away Didn't want to hear what you had to say I pushed and you pulled Should have just fell into you But I did what I always do, I always do Stupid me, can't believe I never knew

Only a woman She ain't that kind of girl Only a girl Upon our skin so bad Well you walked in You walked in real late You ... and you talked about How changed the stone and the Brooklyn gate Takes me back to that first time

Let the four winds blow Let 'em blow let 'em blow From the east to the west I'll love you the best I like the way you walk I like the way you talk Let me hold your hand Try to understand I want a girl like you To tell my troubles to

Out in the country, back roads and one horse towns. We saw fiddles play our guitars loud. We talk the talk and walk the walk To the honky tonk stomp. Man, standin' on a band stand, band standin' Bendin' and bangin' them strings. Eye candy shakin' on a

Turn them heaadphones up To my man Nigga no, yo I kick that progress and to that dumb nigga god bless I know you can't sleep or rest behind that bullshit Now you rock the best scared to death while you walkin Fuckin up the talkin we straight up New

My heart changed my mind I gol' darn gone and done it Gone and done it (gone and done it) Guess I fell in love (gone and done it) Must've been the way he walked (gone and done it) Or his sweet, sweet talk (gone and done it) That love gets me every time I

Tenth Avenue freeze-out I'm talking 'bout a Tenth Tear drops on the city, Bad Scooter searching for his groove Seem like the whole world walking pretty and you can't find the room to move Well, everybody better move over, that's all 'Cause I'm running on

This party, this party wasn't over Somebody, somebody should've told her Hands up in the air, still swaying That band she loves still playing She had this old boy from the boondocks Sweet talking, walking on moon rocks I wish somebody would've told her

None other has ever known And He walks with me, and He talks with me And He tells me I am His own And the joy we share as we tarry there I come to the garden alone While the dew is still on the roses And the voice I hear falling on my ear The Son of God

Hell on high heels Boys call ya Baby, the way ya walk it talk it Town calls ya Honey, it's how ya makin' money Bashful Betty, such a bondage brat Dressed in latex and coated in sewer rat A serpent's tongue calculating mind Gets top billing for her hip