Everybody Loves Me

Well, hell, she's a shadow in my backseat
And her friends are standing right in front of me
Worldwide from the Cimarron of Turkey
Open up said Everybody loves me

And you don't have to make a sound
Cause they got what you need
Oh Oh Oh Oh

Got love for the people that have wronged you
Got love all your sentimental virtue
Eight balls with the takers that'll make you
Lay cards with the lovers that'll hate you

Cause you don't have to make a sound
They got what you need
What you need
Make you say

Oh my!
Feels just like I don't try
Looks so good I might die
All I know is everybody loves me
Head down,
Swaying to my own sound
Flashes in my face now
All I know is everybody loves me
Everybody loves me

Well I pray the music don't stop till I turn gray
Stars forever like John Sousa never fade,
He had a beautiful child, named her D