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Let me sing, a song for you And let me be your star Every time I look into your eyes I'm really fine Never knowing what to say Or knowing what to do All the goods things in my life Are just a part of you You are just a wild bird playing In the silver sky I'm a tree that waits for you To let you rest a while You can hide here if you want From winter storm and snow In the shelter of my arms You let your feelings show So sweet little wild bird Won't you sing this song with me Together we shall sing In perfect tune and harmony And if you stay here long Yes in the winter you must die As I will teach you how to walk You teach me how to fly, fly. (Repeat Last Verse)

My, oh, my, you're so good looking Hold yourself together like a pair of bookends But I've not tasted all you're cooking Who are you when I'm not looking Do you pour a little something on the rocks Slide down the hallway in your socks When you undress, do you leave a path Then sing through your nose in a bubble bath My, oh, my, you're so good looking Hold yourself together like a pair of bookends But I've not tasted all you're cooking Who are you when I'm not looking I want to know, I want to know, I want to know Do you break things when you get mad Eat a box of chocolate cause you're feeling bad Do you paint your toes cause you bite your nails And call up mama when all else fails Who are you when I'm not around When the door is locked and the shades are down Do you listen to your music quietly And when it feels just right or you're thinking of me I want to know, I want to know, I want to know My, oh, my, you're so good looking But who are you when I'm not looking

(One more shot, one more shot) (One more shot, one more shot) (One more shot, one more shot) One shot, two shot, three, Tequila, floor Cowboy bouncer's 'bout to bowl me out the door Jose got me stumblin', mumblin' like a fool That worm's got a kick like a Tennessee mule Wake up in the mornin', hurtin' head, skinned knees Ain't no doubt about what's put a whoopin' on me Tequila Goes down easy, Lord, it sneak up on you fast Tequila Great big buzz in a little bitty glass Tequila Glass, salt, straight up, chilled lemon, lime Blue on the rocks, frozen margarita time Mexicali, Blue Agave, fire in a bottle Too much Cabo Wabo, do the Cucharacha wobble You think by now a drinkin' man would learn You don't go toe to toe with that little bitty worm Tequila Goes down easy, Lord, it sneak up on you fast Tequila, great big buzz in a little bitty glass Tequila Tequila Goes down easy, Lord, it sneak up on you fast Tequila Great big buzz in a little bitty glass Tequila I said, tequila Goes down easy, Lord, it sneak up on you fast Tequila Great big buzz in a little bitty glass Tequila (One more shot) (One more shot) (One more shot) (One more shot)

DN, DN, DN Dropped out of school, that shit was for the pussies Rockin' ice, that shit, that got me pussy Ooh, niggas tryna overlook me Say what you want, just don't push me (Uh) I'm the mack, I'm the mack Minor setback for major comebacks, yeah (Ooh) I'm the mack, I'm the mack (Yeah) I'm the mack, I'm the mack (Yeah) I'm the mack, I'm the mack Keep a sack, fifty racks (Oh) Baby, have a talk with your son That nigga lookin' like a sack, huh (Bitch) I'm the mack, I'm the mack, huh (Mack) I'm the mack with the MAC, huh (I'm the mack) I'm the mack, I'm the mack (Mack) Minor setback for major comebacks, ooh (A'ight) I'm the mack, I'm the mack (Skeet) I'm the mack, I'm the mack (Skeet) I'm the mack, I'm the mack (Ooh) I'm the mack, I'm the mack (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Lips, I wanna fuck on them lips (Uh) Baby got natural hips, yeah (Ooh) Beat from the back while she drip (Drip, drip, drip) Hey, these niggas pussy like Tom These niggas wastin' my time (My time) The brokest nigga love to chime In, out, been 'bout Ben Franks, ask the bank I may hit lick like a Jumpman Doin' donuts like a stuntman (Skeet, skeet, skeet) Somebody slide me some oil, no tin man Can't ride in your whip, ain't no tint, man Bitch (Uh) I'm the mack, I'm the mack Minor setback for major comebacks, yeah (Ooh) I'm the mack, I'm the mack (Yeah) I'm the mack, I'm the mack (Yeah) I'm the mack, I'm the mack Keep a sack, fifty racks (Oh) Baby, have a talk with your son That nigga lookin' like a sack, huh (Bitch) I'm the mack, I'm the mack, huh (Mack) I'm the mack with the MAC, huh (I'm the mack) I'm the mack, I'm the mack (Mack) Minor setback for major comebacks, ooh (A'ight) I'm the mack, I'm the mack (Skeet) I'm the mack, I'm the mack (Skeet) I'm the mack, I'm the mack (Ooh) I'm the mack, I'm the mack (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)