I'm a writer, I don't do crushes
I do problematic attention
I do crosswords with the affection
And longing I won't act on, no no no
We've been over it, myself, how bad it would be
This thing I call that crazy horse of a man but
I was in the garden and
I was in my mind
And I was thinkin' about all the bad things I've done every day
Since I was five
I've been thinkin' about boys again
I've been thinkin' about girls
I've been blaming on anyone that isn't me
But know that it won't work 'cause all I want
I wanna talk about anything
Anything with you
My chest is congested and I need to text all the love I have straight to you
I wanna talk about anything
Anything I know
I wish that we didn't have wares in the way all the plans that were made before
I'm Janis Joplining anyway
So come to my hotel
I don't need to touch you just speak to me like I'm your wife or a part of your soul
If I keep these thoughts in my head
They'll never hurt us no
So baby please become my head and my body oh please just for the night
Stickwitme for the night
Stickwitme for the night
Stickwitme for the night
Stickwitme for the night
Make it country anyway
Make it country anyway
Make it country anyway
I'll make it country anyway
I'll make it country anyway
