Craig - Walker Hayes

Personal Anything you want from me I'll do But first Let's get personal, Personal, personal, personal Let's get personal Personal, personal, personal Personal with you We're sittin' havin' dinner at your parent's home Some of the finest food i've ever known But i need some sweetness on my tongue And it ain't a type of sugar on no So maybe we can go somewhere Name a room girl i don't care Where's the bedroom(it's upstairs) I'll meet you there in a minute Girl so we can get... Let's get personal (ooh yeah) Personal (tight baby) Personal (maybe we can get) Personal (just a little, just a little bit) Let's get personal (ooh yay) Personal (i wanna get personal) Personal (come on baby, just trust me) Personal (i wanna get) Personal with you I'm behind you in your bedroom with your hands against the wall But keeping one eye on the door Got your t-shirt and your panties on Ooh what feels so right, can't be wrong, no I know you like it when i touch you there Girl just keep it quiet or they'll hear Feel the tremblin' all down your leg I'd love to head to your bed so that we can get... personal Shh... should i take off my clothes (no) Put the lock on the door? Let go of your deepest inhibitions Let me fulfil your fantasy girl Like me touching you there? (yeah) The way that i play with your hair? Emotions running wild until we stop Yeah... oh Let's get personal (ooh baby) Personal (i wanna get personal with you) Personal (we can do anything you wanna do) Personal (whoah) Let's get personal (when you rub and you're close to me) Personal (feel the fire just like ecstasy) Personal (and the way that you're touching me i want it baby all the time) Personal Personal with you Oh i want to make love to you so let's get personal Let me be your fantasy You're all i need oh girl Let's get personal Personal Name every little thing you want me to do It's like ecstasy baby When i'm lyin in bed next to you Girl i don't give a damn about Who's outside or downstairs I just wanna get personal baby So bad makes me wanna say... Oh, oh, oh, oh It makes me wanna say... Oh, oh, oh, oh All of my people say... Oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh

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Rode all the way down memory lane where 65 ends Wondering how it'd feel to see the one that got away again Hoping it might go down like that hometown unanswered prayer My hero sang about on an old burned CD we shared Something on the interstate told me I Was headed straight for your pretty storm That the hurt was still gonna be there just like your name on my arm Even got real with a girl I chill with up in chapel hill Told her you were gonna be here just In case my heart was still in Mobile Baby, why do you have to be so beautiful? Baby, why do you have to be so beautiful? Ain't no telling, girl, How long it's been since we did all that shouting Probably, 10 months 27 days, something like that But hey, who's counting? Oh, you know, just living the dream Home is where the bus is I could say time looks fine on you but It wouldn't do it justice, it wouldn't do it justice Baby, why do you have to be so beautiful? Baby, why do you have to be so beautiful? I don't think you're stomach's supposed to hurt Quite like this when you run into a girl you forgot you missed It's like the space between us only made me numb Thought I could just see you and be okay But I'm not okay, girl Tell me that smile on your face is so fake And that it's all coming back, coming back, coming back I just have to ask, have to ask, have to ask Baby, why do you have to be so beautiful? Baby, why do you have to be so beautiful? Baby, why do you have to be so beautiful? Baby, why do you have to be so beautiful?

Oh, I ain't heard this song in a minute I forget who sings it but I remember turning it up Showing you how my bass could shake the rearview Remember you chewed ice breakers next to me at church Smelling like bath and body works In that dress with that texture, I love to touch so much Baby, all that stuff does me like a DeLorean Put me in the backseat of your Accord again Losing your shirt on the floorboard again, like good Lord again (good Lord) Green numbers on the clock and the dash tick-tock says 4 a.m. Yeah, you're daddy's gonna hate me even more again, girl, it's crazy Ain't no telling what's gon' take me back to our love's origin Just like that DeLorean Anything bone thugs in the speakers Anything airbrushed on the t-shirt Little rum on the back of a French kiss Little hit of some herbal essences I don't wanna go back to the future I just wanna cruise, girl (cruise with you, girl) In a DeLorean, put me in the backseat of your Accord again Losing your shirt on the floorboard again, like good Lord again (good Lord) Green numbers on the clock and the dash tick-tock says 4 a.m. Yeah, you're daddy's gonna hate me even more again, girl, it's crazy Ain't no telling what's gon' take me back to our love's origin Just like that DeLorean Can't tell me there ain't no such thing (can't tell me) As a time machine (can't tell me) Can't tell me there ain't no such thing (can't tell me there ain't no such thing As a time machine) Can't tell me there ain't no such thing (can't tell me) As a time machine (can't tell me) Can't tell me there ain't no such thing I just wanna ride in that DeLorean Put me in the backseat of your Accord again Losing your shirt on the floorboard again, like good Lord again (good Lord) Green numbers on the clock and the dash tick-tock says 4 a.m. Yeah, you're daddy's gonna hate me even more again, girl, it's crazy Ain't no telling what's gon' take me back to our love's origin Just like that DeLorean Ain't no telling what's gon' take me back Ain't no telling what's gon' take me back to our love's origin Baby, all that stuff does me like a DeLorean

Well cereal's his favorite food group Doin' the Heisman with a box of Fruit Loops Spoon hangin' off his nose just cuz he can Bedhead like Edward Scissorhands Damn proud of that belly button Ain't suckin' it in for nothin' 4 years old looks like fun to me When I grow up I wanna be like Beckett Eatin' breakfast butt naked Ain't even tryin' to be famous Just wonderin' where his airplane is Don't know if he's rich or poor Says it's cool that the girl next door Has skin like chocolate When I grow up, when I grow up I wanna be like Beckett ("Where's my airplane? I like the fat Froot Loops") You get it, B Shakes it when there ain't no music Takes advantage of the bathtub acoustics Little Foo Fighter with a shampoo mohawk Owns it with no alcohol Don't know the minute hand from the hour I see a weed, he sees a flower Prays like he's on the phone with Jesus When I grow up I wanna be just like Beckett Eatin' breakfast butt naked Ain't even tryin' to be famous Just wonderin' where his airplane is Don't know if he's rich or poor Says it's cool that the boy next door Has two dads and three pets When I grow up, when I grow up I wanna be like Beckett ("Where's my airplane? I like the fat Froot Loops") Wanna be just like you, Beck Come on, B He likes the fat Froot Loops When I grow up, when I grow up I wanna be like Beckett Eatin' breakfast butt naked Ain't even tryin' to be famous Just wonderin' where his airplane is Don't know if he's rich or poor Says it's cool that the girl next door Has a dot on her forehead When I grow up, when I grow up I wanna be like Beckett ("Where's my airplane? I like the fat Froot Loops") Wanna be like you, Beck You get it, get it, that's right He likes the fat Froot Loops

Well, I've been a strong-willed son of a gun Ever since I was sucking my thumb But push came to shove when I fell in love With my baby, yeah my baby Well, you could say she's overbearing Matter fact, she picked out the clothes that I'm wearing And I can't go fishing without her permission But I ain't complaining, we've got an arrangement She can wear the pants, she can run the show She can crack a whip like Indiana Jones She can rule the roost, she can snap and holler She can wear the pants long as I can take 'em off her Long as I can take 'em off her She calls the shots, gives the orders, makes the plans That woman's wish is my command Yeah, I'm telling you I got more honey-do's Than every fruit truck on 40, but I'll get 'em done shortly She can wear the pants, she can run the show She can crack a whip like Indiana Jones She can rule the roost, she can snap and holler She can wear the pants long as I can take 'em off her Well she can push me around But when the sun goes down Look out, there's a new sheriff in town Oh, oh, oh, ow Ah, yeah That's what I'm talkin' about Ooh, yeah Well I get a whole lotta flack from the fellas But I reckon that they're just jealous She can wear the pants, she can run the show She can crack a whip like Indiana Jones She can rule the roost, she can snap and holler She can wear the pants long as I can take 'em off her Long as I can take 'em off her Oh yeah, long as I can take 'em off her Long as I can take 'em off her