with a brat boy twice my size
Just cause you bought a cowboy hat
Drinkin' stale beer like a sacrament
little boy in a big man's clothes
I met a redhead girl from Birmingham
with a sunburn on her nose
She said, babe, I ain't a doctor,
but I think you need some help
If you can, try me, honey,
but it may be bad for your
spinning my plane going down
Lord, no way to catch me,
so I crash into the ground
Those freckles on her cheek
She said, baby, I ain't a doctor
But I think you need some help
but it may be bad for your health
I hated all I didn't know
Now I trade fifty pounds of wisdom
for an ounce of innocence
Just out in the dark like Halloween,
Hearing voices in the footsteps
Saying, baby, I ain't a doctor,
but I think you need some help
but it may be bad for your health
but it may be bad for your health
but it may be bad for your health