She was down at the bar At the neighborhood Where gossip runs quick When the liquor's good Truth and drinks They get watered down She overheard someone I was messin' around
People talk and that's understood But don't listen to him He's a fucking peckerwood And all that shit comes off my shoe Doesn't matter to me But it matters to you
You and I will go the distance Take you past the sun to the stars Your love is my only existence Your line is just the way I walk
I got a pocket full of money Full tank of gas You're not just my woman You're a piece of ass Sittin' right at home on a bar stool You can hold your liquor But you can't shoot pool
We get hungry on the drive home Maybe we got drunk Maybe we got stoned Well late night at the drive thru I'll have a number one She'll have a number two
You and I will go the distance Take you past the sun to the stars Your love is my only existence Your line is just the way I walk
I just wanna be with you Until my days are through You are my only truth
You can spend my money However you want Throw it in the fire till it's all gone Defend my honor Even when I'm wrong Your heart is like a pistol And your body's like a love song
Compositor: Jacob Aaron Smith (The White Buffalo) (ASCAP)Editor: The White Buffalo International (ASCAP)ECAD verificado obra #18083538 em 01/Jun/2024 com dados da UBEM