You're feeling salty, I'm your tequila If you've got the freedom, I've got the time There ain't nothing sweeter than naked emotions So you show me yours, hon and I'll show you mine No mam I know this ain't all that you've ever been used to You with your rings on your fingers and time on your hands Sometimes it's nice to have somebody nice to be close to God knows I've been there before you and I understand And if you're feeling salty, then I'm your tequila If you've got the freedom, I've got the time There ain't nothing sweeter than naked emotions So you show me yours, hon and I'll show you mine I wish that I was the answer to all of your questions God knows I know you wish you were the answer to mine Darling a view ain't a thing but a change of direction Lord, don't you know you'd be somethin' I'm lucky to find So if you're feeling salty, well, I'm your tequila If you've got the freedom, I've got the time There ain't nothing sweeter than naked emotions So you show me yours, hon and I'll show you mine You show me yours, hon and I'll show you mine

I'll show him I'll show him that a girl can set her mind To study hard and work and slave And when the time has come he'll find I'll show him Though other boys are having fun by climbing trees and skipping school Except for me the only one I'll show her I know her I know behind the freckled face There's just a stuck up snob who always Has to win each race I know him(her) I know that great big show-off boy Who thinks that he's oh so extra smart because He's josy's pride and joy I know him I'll compete with him(her) make Mincemeat of him(her) And I never will give in No retreat from him(her) wipe the street With him(her) Yet I know that he(she) will win I know it I know what Gilbert Blythe will do He close his books right after school And never fuss or fret or stew I know it I know that when it comes the day I'll lose my nerve and not show up and Run away I'll throw it Wont't compete with him(her) I'll be beat By him(her) Please just free me from his(her) grip I'll retreat from him(her) crow I'll eat With him(her) he(she) can keep the scholarship Noooooo I'll show him(her) I'll show the awful schoolroom scab That stuck-up snob That freckled grouch That teacher's pet That red-haired crab I'll throw him(her) The day will come when we will write The big exam And I'll be calm The bell will ring and wham I'll show him(her) I'll show him(her)