I used to be Mr. Free, tall, dark and cool
I did a solo act, made up my own rules
The you came along and changed my point of view
Oh baby, what am I gonna do
Just look at me, looking at you
I can't believe the things I'm looking forward to
Would you believe I'm thinking about a
Two car garage and a two story house
And a couple of kids we can drag about
Give me a two-tone Chevrolet and too many bills to pay
Ad your two arms to make me happy living that way
I used to play such a game of hide and seek
If we don't get to Paris
It won't break our hearts
We'll just pack up the kids
And go to Yellowstone Park
All I want is you, baby and your sweet love