Give me a guitar and I will start to play
Their favorite time of the year
All the scars have filled my hand with pain
Ill just walk over here
Were going to take control
Let us bring Him silver and gold
Fresh off the chopping block
Yeah man, sing along!
I reach out for your hand
Sweat is dripping from my sweat gland
I hit pause and then Love gave me a call
Get your back off the wall
Dont let the ghost catch you
And wed begged her not to
How in the world
Did my zipper curl?
You think youre all that
When youre standing there with no shirt on your back
You, Ive got to have You
Its not my fault that I have good-looking shoes
When the dog bites, when the bee stings
Who knows what Love will bring?
Hey, DJ, put it on
Flip down your collar, man! You look like a faun