Baby girl, where do you get your confidence from?
Did you grow up in the perfect storm of a broken home?
With all of these liquored up, fucks up's, grabbing at you with their claws
Is this what you resort to out of desire for something more?
Minutes are counting down,
The moments left in our lives
And somehow, all that we can think about
Is the sway of your thighs
Can you hear through their whistling, curtain call?
Or has the attention and the money corrupted your soul?
With your hands all over me, baby, I've got to know
If you could do it over again, would you re-do it all?
Minutes are counting down,
The moments left in our lives
And somehow, all that we can think about
Is the sway of your thighs
Annie, come home
Your mother misses you
More than you know