Somersaults

I'm a country man with a tattoo

Driving in my truck whistling a tune

I could throw you over my shoulder

Lead you in a dance if you'd let me

I'm dreaming of what it'd be like

I'm dreaming of what it'd be like

I'm swallowing this lump in my throat

I'm Seattle sick with a messy head

But charisma brings you into my bed

Don't try too hard with my naive charm

Keep my chin maintained, cover my scars

I'm dreaming of what it'd be like

I'm dreaming of what it'd be like

I'm swallowing this lump in my throat

You look good in a suit and I look good in a dress

I feel good in a suit

Choked up and envious

I'm doing somersaults

Trying to find the fault

Can't see straight when I talk

You're wiping my cheek off

I look good in a suit and I look good in a dress

I look good when I'm here

And I'll look good when I'm dead

You look good when you're dead

We all look good when we're dead

Don't mean nothing if we're dead

Because we'll all be