Well, I could write a book about the bad you've done
But I wrote a couple songs and they hit number one
If I could leave tomorrow maybe, I'd be fine
Or I could write a pretty song and make a pretty dime

'Cause I know that you'll only bring me heartache
But hey, that's money in the bank

'Cause you make me a damn fine livin'
Sittin' on the porch and I get to pickin'
Tellin' everybody 'bout the bad you've done
That's my kinda fun
You make me a damn fine livin'
Baby, if you call you know I'm a givin'
I get a little lovin' or some cash to burn
Hey, whatever works

A lover and a leaver, always wasting my time
But I just can't seem to get you off of my mind
My mama's begging me when is this gonna end
But I'm hangin' out the roof of my Mercedes Benz

And I know that you'll only bring me heartache
But hey, that's gas in the tank

'Cause you make me a damn fine livin'
Sittin' on the porch and I get to pickin'
Tellin' everybody 'bout the bad you've done
That's my kinda fun
You make me a damn fine livin'
Baby, if you call you know I'm a givin'
I get a little lovin' or some cash to burn
Hey, whatever works
I could settle down,find me a good man
But that's not part of my five-year plan
I need a house, a boat, I think I'm gettin' closer
So why don't you just come on over?

'Cause you make me a damn fine livin'
Sittin' on the porch and I get to pickin'
Tellin' everybody 'bout the bad you've done
That's my kinda fun
You make me a damn fine livin'
Baby, if you call you know I'm a givin'
I get a little lovin' or some cash to burn
Hey, whatever works