This next one goes out to all the depressed women in the house   Whether you takin’ the Prozac, the Zanex, or Paxil   Whatever the hell they put in that capsule   I want ya’ll to come up to the front of the stage   Grab me a shot of something’ along the way   Put a smile on the front of your head      Got a thang for the women that don’t love themselves   So either loosin’ up your hair or tighten up your belt   And this time, this time is a good time for   Good times   Got a thang for the women that don’t love themselves   So either loosin’ up your hair or tighten up your belt   And this time, this time is a good time   Good time, a good time      You know why she’s sittin’ by the window    She’s waitin’ for her prince to come   And here I am on the opposite side of the room   Tryin’ to pretend that I’m not that dumb   It goes older, bold and full of cold   But did I mention that it’s well deserved   No, lets make a mess   No, lets make a baby   No, lets make some hell on earth   Do you mind if I turn out the lights   If I’m gonna be alone I’d rather do it in the dark    So I stare at half of a beer half wishin’ that the transmision would stay in park   She keeps the music down so her neighbors don’t complain   Keeps the drama up so she doesn’t forget the pain   I keep my momentum inside the reaction    And hide my pride in side of my laugh   It goes      Got a thang for the women that don’t love themselves   So either loosen up your hair or tighten up your belt   And this time, this time is a good time for   Good times   Got a thang for the women that don’t love themselves   So either loosen up your hair or tighten up your belt   And this time, this time is a good time for      And I’ll never forget the day you woke up   To find a whole different world underneath your socks   Forgot to check your pockets before you checked the cost   Yes ma’am I saw the sign, no ma’am I couldn’t stop   Drop off   Now look who got water on the lung   Whatever it takes to calm your tongue   If this living room fills with any more false   I’m gonna cut my finger, I’m gonna paint these walls   If anybody watched us they probably call the cops   Cause it’s obvious that neither one of us can adjust   Discussion becomes disgust    If luck was a lady I thought she would save me from the bum rush   Enough is enough but how much is too much   Why am I still just a sheep to your touch   Why can’t I ever fall asleep at dusk   Why do I need to see everything crushed   It’s a big map girl   It’s yours if you ask   If it don’t wash up to the shore you won’t discover it   Instead you can hide it in your head with that other shit   And swallow it to chase and follow the sufferin’   But I’m still smiling   Still up to no great   Still tryin’ to relocate   Somewhere I’m a find some work that matters   Till then all you get is my smirk and my laughter (Hahaha)   It goes      Got a thang for the women that don’t love themselves   So either loosen up your hair or tighten up your belt   And this time, this time is a good time   Got a thang for the women that don’t love themselves   So either loosen up your hair or tighten up your belt   And this time, this time is a good time   Good time   Got a thang for the women that don’t love themselves   So either loosen up your hair or tighten up your belt   Got a thang for the women that don’t love themselves   So either loosen up your hair or tighten up your belt   And this time is a good time for good times, c’mon