When was the last time you did something for the first time? Maybe something new is what you're needing Like a real life, let your hair down, feel alive You say you never danced to a dashboard singin' R.E.M. under summer stars Never leaned back on a jet

Therapy, therapy Advertising causes need What a splendid pie Pizza pizza pie Every minute, every second Pepperoni and green peppers Mushrooms, olive, chives Advertising got you on the run Buy buy buy buy buy

Finally falling, falling Suddenly I can see what I didn't before And I don't care what they say anymore 'Cause I'm falling, falling Suddenly, my choice is clear I knew when only you and I were standing here Well that money isn't worth a thing If you

And you don't really wanna fuck with me Only nigga that I trust is me Fuck around and make me bust this heat That's the devil, they always wanna dance Yeah, what up, Detroit? Nu-uh, nu-uh nuh, no, he didn't They didn't do it again (What-what, you what?)

How come I always get a hard time Honey when it comes to you Tell me what'd I do Sayin' things that you didn't have to If we can't get along we oughtta be apart And I'm wondering where'd you get that cold, cold heart Set me free, sign my release I'm

I got the shotgun blues Shotgun blues I said I don't know what I did But I know I gotta move I got too much here to lose I can't wait here forever An now you're blowin' smoke I think you're one big joke

Whoa oh wow, whoa oh wow She did what she came to do Saw what she came to see Took a good look around Made her some memories Never been there before She crossed it off the map Pedal down to the floor Now she ain't comin' back

I did it again just one more time Even I swore that I'd lost my mind But I turned right around and just like a fool Did what any old country boy'd do I did it again It took me and four of my buddies Half the night to pull out my truck I stood there and

What did I ever do to make you fall for me? There is only one great mystery I keep searching for the answer desperately Tell me, tell me baby, tell me please I don't know how many stars fill the sky I know we're here, but I don't know why Maybe there's

That's all right. What you call me? You didn't! You don't wear continental clothes, or Stetson hats. Well I tell you one dog-gone thing. It makes me feel good to know one thing. I know I'm a lover. Matter of opinion. That's all right, Mama was. Papa too.