(Butch Walker & Chrystina Lloree) 



I met you where the walls were velvet. 

Slingin' chili in a corset. 

Makin' love to every face that walked into the room. 

It was never my intention to put your service on suspension. 

But I wanted what was flaunted by no matter whom. 



Oooh, oh no. 

Here I go again I'm crazy. 

Oooh, oh no. 



Let's not talk about religion or about no evolution. 

Let's not talk about the big bang. 

Or about no air pollution. 

I don't care about your habbits, 

If all that I've heard is true. 

I don't wanna talk until we're through. 



You're kinda like a cartoon mirror. 

Talking to me makes me shiver. 

Water beadin' down your side onto the hardwood floor 

I have to scold my dog because he licks it off the floor, 

Before I even get a chance to taste a little for myself. 



My head's spinnin' from the liquor, 

That you bought from the bartender. 

So excuse me if my center focus is just a little warped. 

But you've got my full attention, 

And I've got the best intentions. 

If you'll only keep the deep stuff lyin' on the floor.