Beautifully Lost Mind (goosetaf Remix) - John Hayes

I was never planning on Something beautiful I was never planning on Like the dying of another day Now I'm stuck- Maybe I've- Now I'm stuck- My mind Now I'm stuck- Maybe I've- Now I'm stuck- My mind I was never planning on Like the dying of another day Now I'm stuck- Maybe I've- Now I'm stuck- My mind I was never planning on Something beautiful I was never planning on Like the dying of another day Now I'm stuck- Maybe I've- Now I'm stuck- My mind Now I'm stuck- Maybe I've- Now I'm stuck- My mind Now I'm stuck- Maybe I've- Now I'm stuck- My mind Now I'm stuck- Maybe I've- Now I'm stuck- My mind I was never planning on Something beautiful I was never planning on Like the dying of another day Now I'm stuck- Maybe I've- Now I'm stuck- My mind Now I'm stuck- Maybe I've- Now I'm stuck- My mind

If you could be so kind To help me find my mind I'd like to thank you in advance Know this before you start My soul's been torn apart I lost my mind in a wild romance My future is my past Its memory will last I'll live to love the days gone by Each day that comes and goes Is like the one before My mind is lost 'til the day I die Words would fail me if I tried to describe him Though I know he's not what he should have been He was the Devil with the face of an angel He was cruel and sweet, sweet and cruel as homemade sin If you could be so kind To help me find my mind I'd like to thank you in advance Know this before you start And my soul's been torn apart I lost my mind in a wild romance Words would fail me if I tried to describe him Though I know he's not what he should have been He was the Devil with the face of an angel He was cruel and sweet, sweet and cruel as homemade sin If you could be so kind To help me find my mind I'd like to thank you in advance Know this before you start And my soul's been torn apart I lost my mind in a wild romance I lost my mind in a wild romance Romance

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