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well I left her brokenhearted at the wrecking ball, somewhere someplace down the line, if you think about it better maybe give her a call, tell her that I changed my mind, see I found out lately I’m a ladies man I got to spread it around the best I can, it’s true, it’s all true, see I don’t give a damn if you’re a redhead or what, whether you’re a brunette or blond, I don’t care if you get all dressed up or if you’re the type who’d rather dress me down, you’d better drop your drink, you’d better take my hand, you better get on the dance floor cause I’m your man, it’s true, it’s all true, when I walk into the room it’s the same old tune, you see all the women stop and stare, I’m a good looking smooth talking son of a bitch, I wear a handful of grease in my hair, I have told some tall tales a time or two, I have let a couple people down, I had to give myself a little talking to, now look at how I’m coming around, see I dress real sharp from my head to my toes, if you ask me my name, well who want’s to know, it’s true, it’s all true, when I walk into the room it’s the same old tune, you see all the women stop and stare, I’m a good looking smooth talking son of a bitch, I wear a handful of grease in my hair, somewhere sometime before I change my mind, they’re gonna be lowering that coffin down, and I won’t stop until I hit the top, maybe 6 feet under ground, I’m gonna stroll right up to the gates of hell, the angels crying fair thee well, it’s true, it’s all true, cause there’s only one thing the bible got wrong, the devil he was never a man, and if you knew women the way I do then I’m pretty sure you understand, see I will never be satisfied until I take satan for my bride, it’s true, it’s all true, when I walk into the room it’s the same old tune, you see all the women stop and stare, I’m a good looking smooth talking son of a bitch, I wear a handful of grease in my hair
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