ain't feelin' pretty, what I wanna wear don't fit

some scratches and some holes from rusty nailsHave some

I was lostLike a broken whisky bottle in an

the thing about envy and meComes out of nowhere,

a night like thisI could fall in loveI could

and boots and backs will restStart filling up the

can hold my dreams right there in her pocketAnd

1: been thinkin' howTo get to the top of

was born, I was blessedRight place, right time, I

I was a summer, I wanna be '69I'd be

remember riding shotgun in daddy's ChevroletWe'd crank up The

left town early on a FridayHeadin' down to family

feel like you're falling backwardsLike you're slipping through the

Charles yeahOoh, Merry Christmas, Saint NickChristmas comes this time

1: Charles in love with the thought of you

1: Hillary perfect memoriesScattered all around the floorReachin' for

1: Hillary perfect memoriesScattered all around the floorReachin' for

Backstroker, lover always hidin' 'neath the covers'Till you talked to my

1: Charles supposed to hurt, it's a broken heartBut

I didn't know me, like I know me nowSometimes