Texas Baby

I hate this well-trod summer Texas baby.

I'm yearning for you.

Give me a black eye and cover it with stars and red white and blue.

I love when you call me your lady then run me over on the freeway.

You burn so bright, but I can't turn blind eyed.

Yet I keep coming back, I keep coming back to you.

Yet I keep coming back, I keep coming back to you.

I love when you call me your lady then run me over on the freeway. You burn so bright, so

I happily turn a blind eye, and I keep coming back, I keep coming back to you.

So I keep coming back, I keep coming back to you. Oh,

I keep coming back, I keep coming back to you.

And so I keep coming back, I'll keep coming back to you.

To you. To you. To you. To you. To you.

To you.

To you