| I'm in love with a lady and | |
| I knowThe lady's in love with me | |
| And she knows that | |
| I'll always be there | |
| That's why she's willin' and ready | |
| But now and then, every once in a while | |
| Something inside of me, maybe inside of her | |
| Have you ever had one of those days | |
| When it all is goin' wrong? | |
| And it just can't seem to get along | |
| But through it all you know you're gonna make it | |
| Call it true love, call it not meant to be | |
| You can call it anything at all, you see | |
| Call it what you want | |
| It's all the same to me | |
| Music means a lot to me | |
| Like love, | |
| I make it when | |
| I canAll I am is all | |
| I'll ever be | |
| And that's just a boy from | |
| TexarkanaBut now and then, oh, but once in a while | |
| They start treatin' me like some kind of superstar | |
| Need I mention at the end of the day | |
| What matters most of all | |
| It's not where you're at or where you're comin' from | |
| When all is said and done, you can call it | |
| Heavy metal, hard-core, punk, pop or thrash | |
| You can call it anything, it don't matter to me | |
| Call it what you want | |
| It's all music to me | |
| Call it communism, call it free | |
| Some call the ocean, what some call the sea | |
| Call it what you want | |
| It doesn't change a thing for me, not a thing | |
| Baby's lyin' in a cradle | |
| Universe is all within its reach | |
| Wearin' rags or mink and sable | |
| Needs a guidin' hand or it's out on the street | |
| Now, momma's out, she's never at home | |
| Daddy's takin' care of business, he's out on the road | |
| It's rainin' cats and dogs | |
| But the child within us all must face the storm | |
| Call it individuality | |
| Some call it fate, others reality | |
| Call it what you want | |
| It doesn't matter to me | |
| Call it communism, call it free | |
| Some call the ocean, what some call the sea | |
| Call it what you want | |
| It doesn't change a thing for me, not a thing |