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This one’s got a dirty mouth

The other’s got a twisted shout

The other just got nothing to say

This one’s got that purple like fire

I like the other better

This one’s just got nothing but gray

So take the dust off of your boots

You’d think she was in cahoots

Sketchy baby girl over there

Girl you’re acting crazy

Lord have mercy!

I’m used to it

But sometimes I just think you don’t care.

Seems like the categories

Got nothing to do with you or me

With you or me

Seems like the ones who love us

They don’t even know just what that means

That’s how it seems

Oooooh, oooooh, ooooh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh.

Oooooh, oh..

Dancing with an angel/demon,

brother/sister, mother/heathen

Putting all the steps in the groove

And nodding your head back and forth,

“This song, I kinda love this song,”

Pretending that you know all the moves

The beat goes faster than even I can handle

Take your time just when you can

And see that you got caught by the hook

Invisible lines cast by a thousand strangers

Take your time and hope for danger

Exercise and promise a look

Seems like the categories

Got nothing to do with you or me

With you or me

Seems like the ones who love us

They don’t even know just what that means

That’s how it seems

I take advantage of all my callings

Don’t take no stops at stop signs

I get the feeling that I’m still falling

In between all the lines that we never made

Oooooh, oooooh, ooooh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh.

Oooooh, oh...

Seems like the categories

Got nothing to do with you or me

With you or me

Seems like the ones who love us

They don’t even know just what that means

That’s how it seems

How it seems, how it seems

Oooooh, oooooh, ooooh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh.