That's where it is It's in his kiss If you want to know if he loves you so Whoa hug him and squeeze him tight Find out what you want to know If it's love, if it really is It's there in his kiss How about the way he acts Oh no! That's not the way

Maybe I'm just Wonder who you're dreaming of Maybe it's a case of paranoia Nervous that I'll never really know ya What do I feel? Who do I trust? Smile when you're sleeping Oh, 'cause I could just see you with wine on your t-shirt And somebody else on

But it's over now But you put on quite a show You really had me goin' Curtain's finally closin' That was quite a show Very entertaining (But it's over now) Baby when I know you're only sorry you got caught

Wished i had told her Ooh she was my only one I need her loving Does she really know I need your loving But it's too late, it's too late It's too late, she's gone now I know she's gone now

But it's real Those of us who are lost and low We know how you feel We know it's not right but it's real I choose to stay far away from the ones that think Money is money to share Don't ask me why and I'll tell you no lies. Sonny don't come here no more

I don't want you back If you don't want to give me your heart Until I know it's real But I'm still gonna love forever And I don't want to let you back Until I know All along I knew that you were Holding your feelings back from me And why ma said I'd do

Bleed for me, I've bled for you Embrace me, child, I'll see you through I'll see you Realms of fear, they speak the truth What has past, I hand to you This grave of life, I give to you Ignore what was, you know it's true I'll dig a hole, and bow my head

I don't wanna do it if it's not the real thing She don't wanna do it if you ain't got the bill paid Yeah, the real thing All my boss bitches know I got the bill Bad bitches and they want the real thing All my boss bitches know I got the bill, paid Fell

If you want to know the real me, just turn the page in my dirt road diary. It’s right there for you to see, every kiss, every beer, every cotton field memory. Tan legs and some Dixie Land delight, ridin’ round, windows down on a summer night. I was

I really don’t care, I really don’t care Really don’t care, I really don’t care I know I’m not a typical guy, and your friends say I don’t have a chance But I wonder if you pay them no mind, ‘cause it’s costing us time Can you give me a chance to show