Who will pay me attention
There’s no room for convention
When the lights are down
Everything seem so small
If your fire is dying
I will light it up higher
At the end of the day
You always own me all
Days ago you walked away
And here it goes, you are here again
The last time I saw you, you were falling
Falling out of love with somebody else, baby
Ha a a a a…a a a a a a a
I’m letting you know
I’m not the same anymore
I’ve been honest with you
Since day one, at least you knew
It’s like a roller coaster
No balance, no reference, no scale
I gotta get away from here
Tight turns, slopes, spins
You descend in slow motion
No way I can get out from here
I rather be on my high heels
So I go like this
You see, you see
You see where I’ve been
Taking you out, checking you in
That’s my style, disappear
Then come back crying in tears
Volunteer at the Sears that’s my job
No more beers, no more clubs
No more hooks, no more fucks
No more boobs
You’re not Keysha, nor Alicia
You’re official
Trisha, Trisha Yearwood
Bring some food, something good
I’m in the mood, it’s on my blood
Rod Stewart understood me
What about ya?
Let’s get hot, take the shot
Oh my God! Ericca
Oh my God! Ooh la la!
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