Honey, I think you lied to me underneath those summer skies. Rubbing it in with a slight touch of sin to reason my wildest desires. Now, you can do anything that we did last summer with a different beat and a brand new drummer. I must have been asleep at the wheel while you were changing your song. You rubbed it in all wrong.
You rubbed it in all wrong. Honey I ain't your man you got sand in your hand. Time for me to move along. You rubbed it in all wrong.
I don't know who you think you are. But, I sure know who you ain't. I've got a notion you've been using bad lotion. That's starting to peel of my paint. You've been a making you rounds all over this town. I hear your getting ready for a new look back. Time for me to say good-bye. I hung around too long. You rubbed it in all wrong
You rubbed it in all wrong. Honey I ain't your man you got sand in your hand. Time for me to move along. You rubbed it in all wrong.
(TALK) Put a little right there. ahh Honey you got sand in your hand. Swich hands for me. That's much better. You got it baby keep on rubin'Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
