You look like you've been through hell But came back clean on the other side Oh, I know I didn't treat you well But you'll be treated like a queen Tonight
So darlin', won't you lie back And just let an old flame warm you I know I'm not the same me And lord knows you're not the old you
So babe, just pack your things And I swear that we won't come back You're about as pretty as those Washington lilacs
I roll up with a killer in my hand And I'll never claim to be Better than I am
You look like a killer in that dress So I guess my aim is to be your man So darlin', won't you lie back And just let an old flame warm you I know I'm not the same me And lord knows you're not the old you
So babe, just pack your things And I swear that we won't come back You're about as pretty as those Washington lilacs
So darlin', won't you lie down and Let an old flame warm you I know I'm not the same me And lord knows you're not the old you
So babe, just pack your things And I swear that we won't come back You're about as pretty as those Washington lilacs
Compositor: Zachary Lane Bryan (Zach Bryan) (BMI)Editor: Warner-tamerlane Publishing Co (BMI)Administração: Warner-tamerlane Publishing Co (BMI)ECAD verificado obra #34635206 em 20/Abr/2024