I could get dressed up and tell you at your worst

Someone better suited will only get there first

You used to know how to turn salt into honey

Sure, I'll let you tell it, go on and make your money

So I'll turn off the highway at my exit

And I'm still singing Yellow Rose of Texas

And my street still looks the same

In six months, I won't hear your name

Once I was a curled snake, a sleeper, asleep

Belly in the dust, never playing to keep

And in the end, you weren't so dead wrong

And anyway, it made for a good song

How can I help you?

What do you need?

How can I help you?

What do you need?

How can I help you?

How can I help you?

How can I help you?

What do you need?