of friends but worst enemies We're all to blame and we're all the same Make no apologies This is my family This is my family Whoa, this is my family
You may have a tabloid life Pay for all your friends You may be a suburban wife With your white picket fence You may be a suit and tie Paying off your
Hush, hush Why don't you want to talk about it? Bitch, bitch You don't need to sugar coat it I don't want us to ever get To the point where we can
I need a good friend Well who died and crowned me everybody's everything? I'm even busting my butt through the weekend By the time I get home there'
When I'm walking down the street On a quiet afternoon When I hear our favorite song and it gets me in the mood When I don't know who I am And the
Hung my cotton dress on rusted wire Up there on Pelahatchie bridge Just a crazy roughnecks daughter Jumped head first into the water Baptized away my
(feat. Marc Broussard) I would've slipped off my jeans And slipped on my heels If I knew I'd see you This diamond ring gets kinda loose Gotta watch
You been gone You been gone You been gone one day One day to long I'm the kind of woman who understands How the road can be so hard on a traveling man
Cross my heart and I swear the truth Love was dead to me until I met you I spent a lot of time building up these walls Then you come strutting in with
Honey on a teaspoon Sugar in a bowl An eager man's always an easy catch Butter on the skillet Whisky in a glass To start a flame you've got to light
I know what makes me comfortable And I know what makes me tick And I when I need to get my way I know how to pour it on thick Cream and sugar in my coffee
same to someone else it aint about you So don't be so hard on yourself *chorus* Bridge 3 Reba: oh we've all loved and lost It's happened to us all LeAnn
Mama's high heels, cherry lipstick And a goodwill dress Play pretending, danced for the mirror A fairytale princess Chorus Pretty things are yours
(feat. Bon Jovi) It might be hard to be lovers But its harder to be friends Baby pull down the covers Its time you let me in Maybe light a couple candles
I know what makes me comfortable And I know what makes me tick And when I need to get my way I know how to pour it on thick Cream and sugar in my coffee
Hung my cotton dress on rusted wire Up there on Pilahatchee Bridge Just a crazy roughneck's daughter Jumped head-first into the water Baptized away my
It might be hard to be lovers But its harder to be friends Baby pull down the covers Its time you let me in Maybe light a couple candles Ill just go ahead
're all to blame, we're all the same Make no apologies, this is my family Yeah, this is my family Whoa, we call this family Yeah, this is my family
