Тексты песен American Bang

She's hysterical It'd be a miracle If she don't leave mad In the back of the cab Feeling wonderful Cause she don't wanna go Blurry-eyed from the tears And the wine, and she tell her friends She wants

She knew that I was ready She could tell by the confetti Now, my, my, my She can shake us to the side Far. far line Between love and my demise There be a long wide road A step between the lines A shot

Well I woke up, got my will going top To see the sun beating down on the Hollywood sign I say Oh here we go again Spotlights, limo drivers Long nights, could keep us wild Ten dollar drink gonna make y

Yeah! She's got lipstick on Big box full of cigarettes Black books full of the rockstars That she's sweet on She's sweet on Well she loves the guys But she comes for the music Rock fist in the air And

You call me up to medicate The situation you're in You got the world in your hand But you can't make it spin If I come back round Are things gonna change Tell me what I should say Talk about me Talk a

Bar fight in the middle of the night He asked her to dance And I was ready to die Wish I could push rewind Two car crash in the blaze of an eye I had one too many And I ran the light Wish I could push

When coming back from New York City Got arrested They found my nate of greety Even took my fritos Tape and radio I had a hard time Just to conceal it and waste it They gonna see me on the TV I'm afrai

Another bad day She's a little bit closer But to a heart of stone She's never gonna see that has to face it her own Everybody walking alone like Jesus She's now fascinated Oh three drinks later It ain

Well I'm a different man I swear I change my clothes and I cut my hair All for you Dont't want to love me sugar? And I left my home in Nashville All for you Dont't want to love me sugar? Well when I r

I fell in love with a southern girl I gave her wings but she don't wanna fly no more Slow it down...... Slow it down...... she wants a ring and she's slamming the door "but baby don't cry whatcha

Well, she was fifteen going to twenty nine Daddy threw her out Caught her doing a line She still dances to the same old song Preacher's son, class president Say I threw it all away The night we met fo