Good night! Sleep tight! Don't let the dead bite! What would you do if I told you I hate you? What would you do if your life's on the line? What would you say if I told you I hate you? I got something that'll blow your mind, mind! Wrap a rope around your

When I'm out from under I don't wanna dream about All the things that never were Maybe I can live without I don't wanna feel the pain What good would it do me now I'll get it all figured out (From under, from under, from under, from under) And part of me

I should've known I would pay for this You look to good with your makeup off And your favorite song They get scared to lust Girl, you're dangerous Girl, what's been happening lately? We don't even talk no more I be getting high on the low

You say that you want me I hope that you do Cause tell me just where I would be in this world Without someone like you When you say that you need me Like only you can Oh baby you don't really know what you've done To the heart of this man So baby tonight

But what good's love if it ain't a little complicated? No, it don't always go just like you hoped it would But sometimes complicated's pretty damn good Roll the window down, baby, wave goodbye To your mama standin' there in the drive From the day we met

I'm on that good kush and alcohol I got some down bitches I can call I don't know what I would do without y'all I'm gon' ball til the day I fall Yeah, long as my bitches love me (yeah, yeah) I can give a fuck 'bout no hater I can give a fuck 'bout no

Those fingers in my hair That sly come hither stare That strips my conscience bare It's witchcraft And I've got no defense for it The heat is too intense for it What good would common sense for it do 'Cause it's witchcraft, wicked witchcraft And

Rather be with you You-oo, you-oo I'd rather be with you What you rather be tonight? Would you rather Good, bad, dark, light Doesn't matter what we do, 'cause I'd rather be with you Doesn't matter who is who, 'cause I'd rather be with you Eat a bad apple

Preach a little gospel, sell a couple bottles of doctor good I was born in the wagon of a travellin' show My mama used to dance for the money they'd throw Papa would do whatever he could Gypsy's, tramps, and thieves We'd hear it from the people of the

I've come to expect it from you But that's what I get How could you do what you've gone and done to me I wouldn't treat a dog the way you treated me Nervous wreck I can't believe you said goodbye Sit and smoke Cry and joke