[Verse 1: Rozz Dyliams]
I know that you want me bad
Better than you ever had
I could count a million ways you stop me dead right in my tracks
Crispy fried and sugar dipped
Sugar you best call me sugar when this Swedish sugar hits
Pieces of you scatter my memory baby I'll admit
I don't want a piece of you I want a piece of all of it
I'm an alcoholic with the bottle in my room blaring George Jones wearing your sweater thinking about the kiss
Thinking about the one I miss, the one I mistook, misjudged and dissed until she up and left
Now it's gone with the wind, I looked to the sky whеn I roll down the window
I be January's very own contеnder gone til' November do you remember