Lyrics

I'm gonna feed the jukebox to see what kind of song it takes
To keep you out on the floor, Lord you're makin' my whole world shake
Now I can't stop it gettin' off like a rocket, you're makin' my eyeballs bleed
I'm gonna hang around, 'cause you're gonna come around to me

I've been sittin' at the bar runnin' up a big fat tab
Spendin' money honey I don't even have
You keep stallin' but I ain't walkin' or gettin' down on my knees
I'm gonna hang around 'cause you're gonna come around to me

I got a red headed sister who knows everybody in town
And for a little bit of nothin' she'll tell me what's going down
Now I ain't jokin' the grape vine is smokin' , you mentioned my name on the street
So I'm gonna hang around 'cause you're gonna come around to me