Seems like in every hip conversation honey
People brag about where they all come from
Seems like in every hip conversation, woman
I just end up sucking on my thumb
Lord Im just a Im just a pauper,
I been raised in a trailer park yeah,
Aint got that much honey to brag about
I just drinkin all alone in the dark
I said bring it on up
To my room woman
I cant carry this load alone
Well I dont need none of that phony moaning woman
No, I dont need it to get it on honey
No, take off your wig darlin now
Throw away those pills now woman;
No, highway were gonna roll;
Ah, you know that good king lovin gonna make it
All right now honey, no,
Ah woman we--were gonna turn the tide around;
Talk about tongue to tongue, woman