Step Back
I don’t smoke, snort, or pop any pills,
and don’t drink like a fish anymore.
I don’t go partying all night long,
girl, not like I used to do before.
I don’t need to be that ramblin’ man,
I am a lover not a fighter.
I prefer to play some safer games,
now that I am older and wiser.
But honey if that’s the kind of life,
that you think you really want to see.
Then baby you hang on to your beer,
grab hold of the rail, and just watch me.
I going to show you a few things,
that might make you shake your pretty head.
We’ll go out and paint this whole darn town,
with a double coat of neon red.
If it’s crazy chaos you prefer,
then I can be the man that you need.
Cause my name used to rhyme with trouble,
girl, that’s trouble with a great big T.
I will wine you and then I’ll dine you,
until your eyes can no longer see.
So baby you hang on to your beer,
grab hold of the rail, and just watch me.
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