There must be something about her That you love, don't you, dear? Something about her She was kinder to me than most girls would ever be I'm over the moon and I'm sad to see it end so soon Oh, what have I done? I've never thought this way for love Convinced that it is all because There must be something about her That you love, don't you, dear? Something about her terrifies all my fears She sits in a smile, with eyes looking through What's the point of all this music, if I'm not here to dance with you? There must be something about her It'd be wiser for me to run away from all I see I can't resist, what good is love if not to miss Your hands or your eyes or the way that yours just look in mine? I'd die to live for any little part of this There must be something about her That you love, don't you, dear? Something about her terrifies all my fears She sits in a smile, with eyes looking through What's the point of all this music, if I'm not here to dance with you? There must be something about her (ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh) Must be something about her

Chris Wall Well I was raised in a sophisticated kind of style But my taste in music and women drove my folks half wild Mom and Dad had a plan for me, it was debutantes and symphonies But I like my music hot and my women wild You see I like my women just a tad on the trashy side When they wear their clothes too tight and their hair is dyed Too much lipstick and too much rouge Gets me excited, leaves me feeling confused I like my women just a tad on the trashy side Well you should have seen the look on the face of my Dad and Mom When I showed up at the door with my date for the senior prom They said, "Pardon us son, she ain't no kid, That's a cocktail waitress in a Dolly Parton wig" I said, "I know, ain't she great, Dad? That's the kind I dig." See I like my women just a tad on the trashy side When they wear their clothes too tight and their hair is dyed Too much lipstick and too much rouge Gets me excited, leaves me feeling confused I like my women just a tad on the trashy side. Yea, I like 'em sweet. I like 'em with a heart of gold But I like 'em brassy. I like 'em brazen and bold. They say opposites attract, well I don't agree I need a woman that's as tacky as me I like my women just a tad on the trashy side When they wear their clothes too tight and their hair is dyed Too much lipstick and too much rouge Gets me excited, leaves me feeling confused I like my women just a tad on the trashy side Yeah, I like my women just a tad on the trashy side.

Paul Siebel Well come gather around me friends of mine, While I sing to you about a minstrel band Of children in their witches hats, Painting pictures with the pipes of pan How a young boy and his sister played some tunes Upon a whistle made of tin And led me through the flower gardens, Laughing at the postman's stubby chin And in my dizzy stupor, I was trying to forfeit all I'd known And listen to that music that could swirl me in a magic all it's own But somewhere in the distance, You and I, we fought our monsters to a draw It was in those days of books and wine, With Ferlin Getty grasping for a straw And out along the highways, We journeyed far to find that mystic smile Chasing down identities, My God we must have run a million miles So we can teach the children, Nothing, nothing but survival in the desert bare They can teach us how to laugh, How to love and tie bright ribbons in our hair So sing for us you children, Tinkle bells and rhyme the purple, greens and blues Think of us as fighting fools, Who wintered through our seasons loving you Think of us as fighting fools, Who wintered through our seasons loving you Cause you can teach us how to laugh, How to love and tie bright ribbons in our hair

You are bound A slave of time Live in remorse No plans are yours It's all just in your head No one cares if you are dead It's time for you to see this clear That's why I shout in your ear Fuck Don't give a fuck Fuck Don't give a fuck Doomed to oblivion All dignity is long gone Is this really how you want to live your life? Get rid of your silly disguise Fuck Don't give a fuck Fuck Don't give a fuck I don't give a fuck