You talk about things and nobody cares You're wearin' out things that nobody wears You're calling my name but I gotta make clear I can't say, baby, where I'll be in a year
Some sweat hog mama with a face like a gent Said, "My get up and go must have got up and went" Well, I got good news, she's a real good liar Cause the backstage boogie set your pants on fire
Sweet emotion Sweet emotion
I pulled into town in a police car Your daddy said I took it just a little too far You're tellin' me things but your girlfriend lied You can't catch me cause the rabbit done died A-yes, it did
You stand in the front just a-shakin' your ass I'll take you backstage, you can drink from my glass I talk about something you can sure understand Cause a month on the road and I'll be eatin' from your handTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
