I don't want to dance with
Somebody who doesn't want to
Dance with me
I'm busy shaking all the branches
On the medicine tree
I don't want to fish with a hook
I picked from a vending machine
We're too far from water, too close
To the glow for sunscreen
To close for giving the radio hell
For giving the radio hell
For giving the radio hell
For giving the radio hell
I don't want to sell my soul if
I can milk it
If I can get it to come when it
Should
If I can get it to stay put
It figures, a river's a giver of a
Thing we need
So bottle it, baby, we'll always
Be thirsty
We'll always be guilty
For giving the radio hell
For giving the radio hell
For giving the radio hell
For giving the radio hell
Diamonds on the stage, tie me
To my seat
Yeah you can charge me by
The minute
Lay down in the dirt, taking off
My shirt
You can use me
For giving the radio hell
For giving the radio hell
For giving the radio hell
For giving the radio hell
