People talkin' 'bout what is and what ain't country What gives 'em a right to wear a pair of beat-up boots? Is it the size of your tires and your fires, or your wild ass buddies? Well, give me a minute, let me hit you with some hometown truth You could be a cowboy on the Texas plain Or a plowboy waitin' on the rain We're all a little different, but we're all the same Everybody doin' their own thing I got my dirt road cred when I was twelve On a no cab tractor hauling them bales Backing in boats, fishing limb lines Running bird dogs through the Georgia pines Step side cover down in peanut dust Friday night spotlighting, that was us It might not've been you, but I can't judge Just be proud of what makes you country Does it run in your blood? Did it come from your daddy and mama? Where you converted by an Alabama song on the radio? That feels so right Did you lock eyes with a little green-eyed girl from Jackson? Tell me what got ya, I just gotta know Me, I got my Sunday learning in a Live Oak church Silver cream corn in a backyard dirt Waiting for the fall to finally come along So I can grab by gun and get my outside on Step side cover down in peanut dust Friday night spotlighting, that was us It might not've been you, but I can't judge Just be proud of what makes you country Might be from a city or a little farm town Whatever kind of square that you drove around Do you wear in on your sleeve or keep it deep down? You know you gotta let it out I got my dirt road cred back when I was twelve On a no cab tractor hauling them bales Backing in boats, fishing limb lines Running bird dogs through them Georgia pines Step side cover down in peanut dust Friday night spotlighting, that was us It might not've been you, but I ain't judging Just be proud of what makes you country Whatever makes you country You do your kinda country They doing they kind of country I do my kind of country Whatever makes us country

He makes me happy, but I wonder if I do I throw a fit and it tears him in two There's glass on the kitchen floor The neighbours banging on my front door What makes you happy (What makes you happy) My naked soul (My naked soul) What makes you happy (What makes you happy) The mask that I stole (The mask that I stole) Go ahead and paint the town I'll just be here smoking down Go dance with the girl that you deserve I'm too low for self worth When you get back I'm just gonna hit the curb What makes you happy (What makes you happy) My naked soul (My naked soul) What makes you happy (What makes you happy) The mask that I stole (The mask that I stole) Ooh, am I the one you love to come home to? You're just a boy, I don't blame you If you walk away but don't, just name it What makes you happy, my tortured soul What makes you happy (What makes you happy) My tortured soul (My naked soul) What makes you happy (What makes you happy) My tortured soul (The mask that I stole) What makes you happy, happy, happy, happy (What makes you happy) My tortured soul (My naked soul) (What makes you happy) The mask that I stole (The mask that I stole) (What makes you happy) (What makes you happy)

I went from Moscow to St. Petersberg On the midnight train I knew I must go, two years without a word Could you feel the same? Eleven thirty, at the Vok Sal My guardian angel knew My frozen footfall, on the platform Leads me back to you This coldest of wars Where I stand to lose The best thing I ever had It's something I want so bad Ten hours from Leningrad To see your face again Is all I need You give the life to me And air to breath And when you're there, well then I'm not so cold When we're alone again As close as Russian dolls Did I see you? Oh I can't be sure In the gathering crowd Our connection, always so secure Signal's not so loud So I come to you What else can I do? You're the best thing I ever had You're something I need so bad Ten seconds from Leningrad To see your face again Is all I need You give the life to me And air to breath And when you're there, well then I'm not so cold When we're alone again As close as Russian dolls

Oh, don't I look nice batting my eyes? Isn't it pure perfection? Cute, think I'm polite, stereotype Got your full attention Think that you can play with me? You better watch your back The last thing that you'll hear will be my laugh (yeah) 'Cause, baby, dolls kill Don't provoke us or we will Push you downhill Might be pretty, but we're still Bitter as much as we're sweet Knife hidden under the sheets Baby, dolls kill Don't provoke us or we will (go) -Voke us or we'll Pretty, but we're (still) Heels, made out of steel How does it feel to bе walked all over? Nails leaving a trail, got 'еm pigtails Blood drips down your shoulder Baby, there's power in numbers Better warn all of your friends You're down to less than an hour We all know how this ends Dolls kill Don't provoke us or we will Push you downhill Might be pretty, but we're still Bitter as much as we're sweet Knife hidden under the sheets Baby, dolls kill Don't provoke us or we will (go) -Voke us or we'll Pretty, but we're (still) Sugar and spice and everything nice No, that's not what we're made of Venom and ice, tequila that bites Go ahead and pray 'cause 'Cause, baby, dolls kill Don't provoke us or we will Push you downhill Might be pretty, but we're still Bitter as much as we're sweet Knife hidden under the sheets Baby, dolls kill Don't provoke us or we will