(Verse 1): Knew what it was from the first kiss (ahhh) Straight to your head like your first hit (ah ahhh) I'll be you best friend I'll be your worst
(Intro): What them boys don't know What them boys don't know What them boys don't know What them boys don't know (Verse 1): Ladies, don't trip on what
(Chorus): I watch you break your promise every night (every night) Tell you to cross your heart and hope to die (hope to die) Hope I ain't wit you when
(Intro): I though you said we were gonna hang out this weekend ...No, you said that last weekend too You'll meet me there I'll be right there I'm waiting
(Verse 1): From the looks outside I'll be the sweetest thing you ever knew (ahh yeah) So when I send a smile Bat my eyes, just to flirt with you (yeah
(Verse 1): We've been practicing guess for a minute now You should have a hang of it, let's put it down I gave you enough time to get comfortable So let
(Verse 1): Told me he's leaving and I won't even see 'Til he crawls back in the bed late in the morning Not even speaking, but I know how he's feelin
(D. Woods): She don't do it for you anymore She don't rub your back when it's sore She don't make you feel the same You got a wondering eye I seen you
9Verse 1): For tonight, luck would me a lady like me (me me me) You got your poker face on (face on) Moving through the crowd Searching for a sure thing
only I can do it right I know what I need, I know what I like (Breakdown): I mean no one else was there No one could do it better I'd be my own biggest
wanna see you sweat Sweat, sweat, sweat, sweat, sweat Sweat, sweat, sweat, sweat Dripping down your body babe (sweat, sweat, sweat) I wanna see you sweat (repeat) (Verse 2, D. Woods
(Verse 1): She don't do it for you anymore (nooo) She don't rub your back when it's sore (not no more) She don't make you feel the same (same) You got
(Verse 1): These three words is all it takes To understand this good thing ( just a fling) it's just a fling It threw back the night that he said I can
from this tree Carve a place for you and me Wooden seat that we can string From a branch where we can swing We'll take this block of wood Carve it down
I've got a crush on a pretty pistol Should I tell her that I feel this way? Father told us to be faithful I've got a crush on a pretty pistol Should
The Abraham Lincoln town cars arrive To dispose of our King and Queen They orchestrated dramatic new scenes For celebritarian needs When one world ends
Woke up this morning to the smell of rain Tears running down your window pane Little pictures on your telephone To remind you that you're not alone Through
s got half my paycheck Got a bag of four-leaf clovers anything to be her lover Knock on wood, knock on wood I'm gonna knock on wood Salt over my shoulder
