I'm on target to be the b****** of the year for two in a row. And if I'm careful, I'll run away with my arms full; a trophy room for the shameful where I can hang your head up on my wall for big game. Darlin' you fight that hard and stretch that fine. And I will fake my way around, and drive a stretch. I'm trying to avoid the set of rules that tie you here. It's easy. When you break down it only feeds me, 'cause I'm getting through. And if it leads me to drive away our misleading, apologies are diseasing. I will hang your head up on my wall for big game. Darlin' you fight that hard and stretch that fine. We'll drive a stretch; drive away from kid town forever. And I'll drive it all; drive the point home to your weak head. And I will fake my way around, and drive a stretch. I'm trying to avoid the set of rules that tie you here, and I...