Country
Last night we let….
the liquor talk
I’m drunk in the back of the car…
and i cried like a baby coming home from the bar
Hush little baby dont you cry
everything’s gonna be all right
I can’t love you anymore…
cant keep chasing you…
And I’m sold to the lady in the second row…
she’s and 8, she’s a 9, she’s a 10 i know