Breelan Angel
Breelan Angel - Double Standards songtekst
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Everybody knows There's rules to this game I have to wait right here For him to come and ask my name And I'm supposed to tell him I like to take things slow But when he buys me a drink I'm not supposed to say no There's so many rules you've got to follow To be a Sunday morning and a Friday night Don't be too loose, but don't be uptight Bite our tongues when you can't say nothing nice You don't talk too loud, you don't drink too much Don't smoke, don't fight, don't bitch, don't cuss What if I don't want to mind my manners Yeah, I'm fed up with these damned ole double standards When you're out to dinner You don't offer to buy And when you're at a party You don't talk to another guy And when his mama Has too much of a say-so You might get a little jealous But you just can't let it show There's so many rules you've got to follow To be a Sunday morning and a Friday night Don't be too loose, but don't be uptight Bite our tongues when you can't say nothing nice You don't talk too loud, you don't drink too much Don't smoke, don't fight, don't bitch, don't cuss What if I don't want to mind my manners Yeah, I'm fed up with these damned ole double standards Well, it's hard trying to be good and bad at the same time Yeah, even Johnny Cash would have a hard time walking that line Of being a Sunday morning and a Friday night Don't be too loose, but don't be uptight Bite our tongues when you can't say nothing nice Yeah, don't talk too loud, you don't drink too much Don't smoke, don't fight, don't bitch, don't cuss What if I don't want to mind my manners I said, hell no, you know I don't want to mind my manners Yeah, I'm fed up with these damned ole double standards