Nobody can ever hear him call You need to find a way for what you want to say But before tomorrow 'Cause my friend said he'd take you home He sits in a corner all alone He lives under a waterfall Nobody can see him I need to be myself I can't be no one

Would you write, would you call back baby if I wrote you a song I need you at home And you can wave to all of your friends And I'll never leave you again I been gone but you're still my lady Cut off all of your hair Did you flinch, did you care Did he

I'll never tell, tell on myself but I hope she smells my perfume I hide it well, hope you can tell but I hope she smells my perfume So I, wait for you to call And I try to act natural And while I wait I put on my perfume, yeah I want it all over you I'm

Goodness gracious I can see the stars Callin' me out, callin' me out just to keep crawlin' into your arms I keep callin' your name, keep callin' your name I wanna hold you close but I never wanna feel ashamed So I keep callin' at night, keep callin' at

You've got to be the best You've got to change the world And you use this chance to be heard Your time is now Everything you are And everything you were Your number has been called

How do I let you go if I don't want to? I don't want to let it show but I still love you And how do I let you know if I can't call you? Every little thing is reminding me of you And I don't want to be alone, no not tonight and I don't want to feel this

There you are You're there with open arms Can't see when I'm falling Losing myself But then I hear you calling Only you know me the way you know me Only you forgive me when I'm sorry Even when I messed it up

I won’t come near, I won’t come near Teach me to burn, teach me to speak Some girls they call the shots Other girls might call your shots But Jessica you’re the girl and I’m the man You can let me off with a leash I love your locks, and your looks and

Like an animal, I still got love for you And I'm coming home, I'm coming home for you Hear me calling love, I'm calling out for you How long have I been on a hunt for you? No sound, of anything that I can do But I don't mind, I don't mind 'Cause there's

But you, you can't say I ain't country You can say you don't like my truck You can say that I talk and I dress all funny You can say I drink too many longnecks That my edges are a little too rough You can call me a sinner 'cause I cuss on Sunday You can