Lyric that will give a song away (Verse 2)

Tank fly boss walk jam nitty- gritty

You're listening to the boy from the big bad city

This is jam hot

This is jam hot

It’s 4 in the morning

The end of September

I’m writing you now just to see if you’re better

They call me Mr. Fahrenheit

I guess I should've closed my eyes

When you drove me to the place where your horses run free

'Cause I felt a little ill when I saw all the pictures

Of the jockeys that were there before me

Believe it or not, I started to worry

I wondered if I had enough class

But it was Saturday night, I guess that makes it all right

And you say: "Baby, have you got enough gas?"

Oh yeah

It’s gonna take time

Whole lot of precious time

Is it in his face? Oh no! That's just his charms

In his warm embrace? Oh no! That's just his arms

Shoop shoop.

What would you think if I sang out of tune

Would you stand up and walk out on me?

Nothing's gonna change my world

Nothing's gonna change my world