Kathleen Edwards
Kathleen Edwards - Westby lyrics
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Got your little secret, no I will not tell You're trying to sober up in the highway motel And my hands are covered with your smell You begged me to stay and sing you a song I dance dirty for you 'Cause it turns you on And I'm a little bleeder with white pants on And if you weren't so old, I'd probably keep you If you weren't so old, I'd tell my friends But I don't think your wife would like my friends I've got a hit for everyday of the week I gave you something of mine that was so sweet And I've been holding on to it since I was sixteen You call me Danny and I call you Mable You passed out so I flicked through cable And I stole your gold watch off the bed-side table And if you weren't so old, I'd probably keep you If you weren't so old, I'd tell my friends But I don't think your wife would like my friends