We were a couple kids in a pick up fooling around. We learned how to keep it so nobody found out. Mama don't need to know everything. Some things you keep to yourself.
Somebody's gotta wear a pretty skirt,. Somebody's gotta be the one to flirt,. Somebody's gotta wanna hold his hand. So God made girls. Somebody's gotta make him get dressed up,.
For a boy your heart is pretty see through. For a boy you sure let your guard down. When you know you want it. Wont you say it and baby right now youâre looking at me.
For a boy your heart is pretty see through. For a boy you sure let your guard down. When you know you want it. Wont you say it and baby right now you're looking at me.
A relationship is a 50/50 thing. I don't wanna be the girl always giving in to you. Same old same, it's a daily train. Waiting on your ring, it's just a losing game.
If you say it, you better do it. If you say it, you better do it. If you say it, you better do it. You better do it. You better do it. . You know, you know.
Let's be honest. We don't got a lot in common when it comes down to it. You can take his breath away. And light up every room when you walk through it.
Are you gonna curse?. Are you gonna cry?. Are you gonna air your dirty laundry. On a Saturday night?. . Are you gonna call your friends, sing karaoke?.
I wanna drive, down County Road 9. And play with the wind in my hand. Pull to the side, to some old country dive. With a local, washed up, cover band.
If you want candy on your arm. If you wanna pretty lucky charm. If you wanna trophy on your shelf. You better find somebody else. . If you want a girl that don't speak her mind.
Are you really calling me right now?. Are you really trying to make things right, right now?. Are you really trying to take me out?. Is it really worth working out now?.
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh. . I remember bliss was ignorance. Love was without risk or consequence. I should've listened when they told me not to. But you were leanin' in, I didn't stop you.
You say you're coming over. Is it okay you're coming over?. I hear your keys fumbling. I hear your words stumbling. I can't help but think it's cute. .
Just a Monday, thrift shop couch. Bowl of Cheerios, it's getting dark out. Clicking my remote to an episode. Of Crazy Housewives. And before you know.
I plant my seeds in these dirt roads. I see myself in these cornrows. I learn about love, I learn about pain. Talking to God, praying for rain. I found my wings in this Texas wind.
insecure. . In the blink, of an eye. I feel the twist, of a knife. In the flash, of a smile. I see her heart, on the crown. . She knows what she's doing.
We gotta head at 8. To celebrate and honor. A lover a fighter. But in the end a goner. I've been asked to stand before you. And give the eulogy. She was my closest friend.
There's one sittin' in a pawn shop glass counter. Someone down in California traded it for a TV. Another one in a pretty blue box. Somewhere up in New York, white ribbon, Tiffany's.
Sittin' on the front step. Little white suitcase. Hearing that diesel. 'Fore it hit the front gate. His headlights burnin' down a Friday night. . Southern Belle statue.
It's been a while since I've seen you. With your one red light and Baptist steeple. The people here are hard to face. The memories harder to erase. . Of all the things that make up what was home.