Author: lyricspedia

Girl you're getting over him and I'm getting over her The eyes have it made, ain't gotta say a word Misery loves company, that's why it's you and me Buying each other drinks, back at the bar, as thick as thieves Stealing these little sips Doing our best to make the best of the worst...

Wrong side of town on the second floor Couple blocks down from the liquor store I got a love seat and a couple DVD's we can watch... or not I can call a car, it will be two minutes 'Til it's at the bar and we hop in it It's pretty clear that we're both...

I'm lookin' for you on Christmas Eve All over the world, the angels sing But I'm feelin' lost, can you save me? I'm lookin' for you on Christmas Eve I'm lookin' for you on Christmas Eve I can't see in this darkness So in need of forgiveness Before all of my faith dies Show me...

Red red red red red red red red redneck Well the boys 'round here don't listen to The Beatles Run ole Bocephus through a jukebox needle At a honky-tonk Where their boots stomp All night What? (That's right) Yeah, and what they call work, digging in the dirt Gotta get it in the ground 'fore...

I was gonna keep it real like chill like only have a drink or two But it turned into a party when I started talking to you Now you're standing in the neon looking like a high I wanna be on Baby it's your call, no pressure at all You don't have to throw back...

Where are you now? Who's holdin' you now? When your world stands still, do you remember? Leaves were fallin' We were fallin' Almost like a dream, do you remember? Seasons changed We both changed Sometimes I go back to when We ran, put our feet in the water We danced, didn't care who could see...

Yea, Hollywood Boulevard Looking down, seeing stars 90210, Rodeo is Rodeo Glad I hit it, glad I did it and I'd do it again Yea, and hang with my friends With them red Maserati's and them tuned up bodies And everybody gonna be the next somebody Yea, this place is a trip Hey but meanwhile...

You ever wondered why country songs say the same old thing Like a broken record skipping down on main. Pretty girls, pickups and cut-off jeans? You know what I mean. Dirt roads, corn rows and homemade wine. Juke joints, jumping on the county line. Heard 'em sing about it a million times But I don't...

Those high heels with that sun dress Turquoise heart hanging 'round your neck Red lips like wine, wanna drink 'em up And keep on drinkin' 'til you make me drunk Tied up hair, wanna let it down And just let the rest fall to the ground You take beautiful to the max Can't help myself...

She likes it when I call in sick to work Spend the whole day hanging with her I might get fired but that's alright I'm doin' what she likes She likes it when I bring home fresh fajitas And mix up a pitcher of margaritas Catch a kind of buzz that lasts all night Doin'...