1, 2, 3, 1, 2, 3
I caught a dreamin' of love
for a moment
Slippin' through a yearbook, oh man
And the gist, you was pure and innocent
I tell ya, oh, I got to love and laugh
It was simple, I was happy
I'd rather crawl than ask me to stand
I'll just be myself,
Mr.
Humbler or something else
I'd better make some money
fast and spend it wisely
Oh, no
I'm not trying to find my way
back to some trouble
It was trouble that I already had
I wanna stand here alone with
thousands of no one's heart
They're still trying to find their way back
I can't help it, I won't believe it, no
Oh, I gotta get out of here, I ain't lyin'
Oh, just leave me with your
mother's laundry for me
Oh, I better make some money fast,
and make it last
This is your last dollar, son, and I know
That this is your money hole, and I know
This is your last dollar,
son, and I know
That this is your money, oh,
and I know
Oh, no!