Cross my heart, hope to die. To my lover, I'd never lie. He said "be true," I swear, "I'll try.” In the end, it's him and I. He's out his head, I'm out my mind. We got that love, the crazy kind. I am his, and he is mine. In the end, it's him and I.
You're a drive real slow, down a no lane road to a house on a hill where the wild things grow. You're wake up in pajamas, not a trace of makeup on ya. You're a help her fix it, having breakfast with my momma.