settle down, you're starting to freak me out
and comb your hair if i'm to take you anywhere.
i've got it made while my woman is away,
off taming goats with compassion, i suppose.
you've gotta believe me, believe me, believe me.
you've gotta believe me, believe me.
holy cow, i want you to get out
and tell all your friends that i'm not myself again.
but i can't talk, 'cause i'd do the same to you.
no, i can't talk 'cause i'd up and wig out too.
you've gotta believe me, believe me, believe me.
you've gotta believe me, believe me.
jen sings of growing up in montana
where everything was great
and the people knew your name.
i sing on yellow frosted cake
or how your mother's heart did break
when she found us in the hallway.
you've gotta believe me, believe me, believe me.
you've gotta believe me, believe me.
you've gotta believe me, believe me, believe me.
you've gotta believe me, believe me.