you talk about things and nobody cares
you're wearing other things that nobody wears
you're calling my name but you gotta make clear
i can't say baby where i'll be in a year
some sweet talkin’ mama with a face like a gent
said my get up and go must a got up and went
well i got good news, she's a real good liar
'cause the backstage boogie set your pants on fire
sweet emotion
sweet emotion
i pulled into town in a police car
your daddy said i took it just a little to far
you're telling me things but your girlfriend lied
you can't catch me 'cause the rabbit gone died
yes it is
you stand in the front just a shakin' your ass
i'll take you backstage, you can drink from my glass
i talk about something you can sure understand
'cause a month on the road an' i'll be eating from your hand
