Nothin to Somethin - BladyCaraFria

Please, come talk to me Tell me what's on your mind You say there's nothin' wrong I know Ooh, it's been a long, long time Since I last saw your face Traces in my mind I know You've got somethin' to hide That you're not tellin' me You got somethin' to hide I know Ooh, well, there's something about you And I know that you're not telling me You've got somethin' to hide That you're not tellin' me You got somethin' to hide I know You've got somethin' to hide That you're not tellin' me You got somethin' to hide I know

It was noon time, down time, break time Summertime, Miller time, anytime She was looking pretty fine A red light, green light, go All fired upside downtown She was shaking me all around I was tuned in, going nowhere, second wind Jonesing, drooling, feeling good, if you would Oh yeah, by the way she moves She's got me rolling in dirt in a white t-shirt Breaker, beaker 1-9, she's a big ol' flirt By now she's got me pretty tied up Tied down, any way I chose I got nothin' to lose In like Flynn, I was looking for the win Just trying anything, hey, baby, where you been? All my life I've been looking for someone like you Falling head over heels, hey, what can I do? Oh yeah, by the way she moves She's got me rolling in dirt in a white t-shirt Breaker, beaker 1-9, she's a big ol' flirt By now she's got me pretty tied up Tied down, any way I chose I got nothin' to lose Now I'm in the fast lane going 98 By now I know she can smooth operate me I know now she's no goody two shoes But hey, I got myself nothin' to lose Oh yeah, by the way she moves She's got me rolling in dirt in a white t-shirt Breaker, beaker 1-9, she's a big ol' flirt By now she's got me pretty tied up Tied down, any way I chose I got nothin' to lose Oh yeah, by the way she moves She's got me rolling in dirt in a white t-shirt Breaker, beaker 1-9, she's a big ol' flirt By now she's got me pretty tied up Tied down, any way I chose I got nothin' to lose Noon time, down time, break time Summertime, Miller time, any time She was looking pretty fine In like Flynn I was looking for the win Just trying anything, hey baby where you been All my life I been looking for someone like you Falling head over heels hey what can I do I got nothin' to lose, yeah

Hung my cotton dress on rusted wire Up there on Pilahatchee Bridge Just a crazy roughneck's daughter Jumped head-first into the water Baptized away my sins Hitched to town with Bobby Jo and Tommy Couple of lookers, new best friends We slipped in the back of Sunday service Know them church ladies, they heard us Bum smoke money from the offering Mama said, "Idle hands are Devil's handiwork Oh, the trouble you'll get into You got nothin' better to do, got nothin' better to do You got nothin' better to do, got nothin' better to do" Yeah! Sign read 'Bait, Chips, Beer and Ammunition' That Slim-Jim bag boy hadn't a prayer Well, I hiked my skirt and did the talkin' While them boys were busy walkin' Case of .5 out the back door Hid deep in the Mississippi backwoods We danced and played around 'til dark Well, I had them wrestlin' for my first kiss Turned into a fight and they missed Me speedin' off in Tommy's car Mama said, "Idle hands are Devil's handiwork Oh, the trouble you'll get into You got nothin' better to do, got nothin' better to do You got nothin' better to do, got nothin' better to do" Yeah! Nobody hurt, nobody harmed Nobody's business but my own Mama said, "Idle hands are Devil's handiwork Oh, the trouble you'll get into" You got nothin' better to do, got nothin' better to do You got nothin' better to do, got nothin' better to do You got nothin' better to do, got nothin' better to do You got nothin' better to do, got nothin' better to do You got nothin' better to do, babe, got nothin' better to do You got nothin' better to do, babe, you got nothin' better to do, no no Got nothin' better to do, babe, you got nothin' better to do, no no Got nothin' better to do, babe, you got nothin' better to do, no no!

I've seen the Rolling Stones Forgot about Johnny Rotten Saw The Who back in '69 Saw Bobby Seal Talkin' to the Panthers Sayin' just what he had on his mind I saw Marlon Brando On a motorcycle He was actin' out rebellion I saw Rocky Stallone In an X-rated movie Called the Italian Stallion I've seen lots of things But I have not seen a lot of other things (But I know) You've got to stand (stand) for something Or you're gonna fall (stand) for anything You've gotta stand right up for somethin' Or you're gonna fall For anything I saw Nikita Krushchev Kissin' Fidel Castro Saw a man walkin' on the moon I saw Miss America In a girly magazine I bet you saw that too I've seen the London Bridge In the middle of a desert Seen 33 years go by I know the American people Paid a high price for justice And I don't know why Nobody seems to know why I know a lot of things But I don't know a lot of other things Yeah, yeah, yeah You've got to stand (stand) for something Or you're gonna fall (stand) for anything You've gotta stand right up for somethin' Or you're gonna fall For anything, yeah yeah yeah, ooh Well I've been to Harlem County And I've seen Paris, Texas And I've spent some time in Rome I know a lot of funny people In a lot of funny places But the Midwest is my home We've got to start respectin' this world Or it's gonna turn around and bite off our face You've got to stand (stand) for something Or you're gonna fall (stand) for anything You've gotta stand (stand) for somethin' Or you're gonna fall (stand) for anything Yeah yeah, you've got to stand (stand) for something Or you're gonna fall (stand) for anything Yeah, you've gotta stand right up for somethin' Or you're gonna fall For anything (stand), yeah yeah yeah (Stand) stand for something (Stand) You've gotta stand right up for somethin', yeah yeah yeah (Stand) (Stand) (Stand) (Stand)