Ye-ye-yeah ♪ Ye-ye-yeah ♪ Ye-ye-yeah ♪ If you were a country, I'd be your flag If you were a smoke, I'd be your drag And if you were a junkie, I'd be your fix If you were a critic, I'd be your pick I mean what I say When I say I'd be your anything, baby If you were a picture, I'd be your frame If you were the wounded, I'd be your pain ♪ Ye-ye-yeah ♪ If you weren't so funny, I'd be your joke If you had the money, well, we both might be broke And if you were a gun, I'd be your kill If you were the party, I'd be the pills I mean what I say When I say I'd be your everything, baby If you were a convict, I'd be your cell If you were a housewife, I'd be your living hell Hmm-hm-m-m Ye-hm; hmm-m-m-m-m Ye-hm I mean what I say When I say "love, it dissipates"