Amy

Damn, I can't believe my luck
 There's a lump in my throat
 Like I'm passing the truck
 Damn, I can't believe my luck
 Am I reading you right?
 Aw, shucks, let's get outta here
 This movie sucks
 Damn, I can't believe my luck
 You wanna go?
 Well, come on, let's go
 Well, you still got all your baby fat
 Where'd you learn to talk like that?
 Damn, I ran my hand along the edge of your tan
 You started talking like a sailor man
 Damn, where'd you learn to talk like that?
 You wanna go?
 Well, come on, let's go
 I feel old, I feel young
 I feel lost, I feel won
 Callin' 911, callin' 911
 We got an old guy here
 He's having too much fun, damn
 You wanna go?
 Well, come on, let's go
 Just tell me how you like it
 Scrambled of fried
 Over easy, poached on the side
 Just tell me how you like it
 I should've warned you
 When you wake up with me
 My kinky hair looks like a Joshua Tree
 I should've warned you, damn
 Do you really have to go?
 Do you really have to go?
 Well, go on then, go, damn