You file me with the libertines. I fold in line. My monthly dole of magazines. Beaming bistro shines. . In my ladle is your plum. And my daily staple of your cutesy crumbs.
I don't want to be no patch on no quilt. (I just want to see...). Tear-stained stitching linking memories to guilt. (I just want to see...). I don't want to be no hair on no wall.
It's heavy down here.. Pressure building day-to-day,. Everyone's got too much to say.. It's heavy down here.. . It's heavy down here.. Thunder clouds roiling in the late afternoon,.
It doesn't really matter anyway. It doesn't really matter anyway. . Singer brought her to tears. But they were my words not hers. What I said or didn't say, no.
It doesn't really matter anyway. It doesn't really matter anyway. . Singer brought her to tears. But they were my words not hers. What I said or didn't say, no.
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[Verse 1]. Ferris wheel lit up like a roman candle. County fair on the square like a movie scene. She had her raspberry lips kissin' on a candy apple.
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She's got too much run and too much wild. She don't hold back, no she don't hide. She's always drifting and always dreaming. She's good at loving and better at leaving.
Waves crashing on her feet. Standing in some rolled up jeans. Making tracks in the sand. It's like she's living in a photograph. But disappearing silouhette.
Well if you got a plan in mind. Tell me when and where and I'm down. Girl, I'm so down. 'Cause we ain't got nothing but time. I want to know what you're thinking about.
Lights go down. Wheels go 'round. I'm takin' you home. Hopin' for a slow song to come on the radio now. I'm not ready to shut it down. The way the dashboard glow.
I'm a bad man. James Dean, kinda Steve McQueen. Straight out the bad lanes. I rolled in and rained down. Like a storm cloud or a heat wave. Made you stay undercover where it's safe.
Well I know my way. 'Round a six string flat top. Hand one over. I can play whatever song you wanna hear. Hand me a bottle. And I'll go full throttle 'til that sun comes up.
You're a vodka drink. With two lemons and no lime. You won't listen to the words. But you'll sing 'em when they rhyme. You're a Sunday backwards ball cap.
Last night it was so real. I can still feel. You all over me. And I woke up reaching for you. Wanting to hold you. Damn everything felt right. Last night.
I think me and you should blow this off. So much for the after-party. Let's tell everybody we got lost. I think me and you should do our own thing. Our own way, at my place, far away.
I'll miss the quarter, the magnolias. And the Pontchartrain. And the french market on a Saturday. I'll miss the feel of this place. I'll miss the bayou sunrise.
I ain't heard you laugh like that in a long time. I wonder if you stopped his world like you did mine just now. I see you sippin' white wine instead of whiskey.