Слова:
Shelton Blake

Girl, I been thinkin' 'bout us And you know I ain't good at this stuff But these feelings piling up won't give me no rest This might come out a little

I played some Stones and Skynyrd songs Last night on the jukebox And I'm gettin' back to hatin' me some soft rock I don't almost reck' seein' if its you

You always get dolled up for your party Good thing your birthday only comes once a year 'Cause you always forget that you're so small You can't take all

I saw you sittin' there sippin' red wine Down at Causen Mills I knew you'd probably be outta my league But I thought, what the hell? Aw, what the hell

There was a time I really used to care about what others thought And the way they talk in a crowd I used to pull away when she would kiss my face And

I knew something was the matter It really needed my attention And I had planned to look into it, someday But I was busy making money I wanted you to

Fires are burning up the forests Down along the Amazon There's children starving in Guatemala They're just barely hanging on And I pray they'll find

There's a house that's a little run down This city ain't never found It's miles and miles from a paved road That's where we grew up Seven children raised

Time by lady Rolex Body by Bowflex Hair by Hollywood salon Bag by Louis Vuitton High heels, Manolo Blahniks Tanqueray gin and tonics Sunglass by Gucci