The Orwells
The Orwells - Southern Comfort songtekst
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[Verse 1] Drink by drink, I think, I'm thinkin' Why not train with me this week-end? And I can't walk and I can't dance Give me a smile and then take off your pants [Verse 2] Saw her eyes in the rear-view mirror Girls in the back, trunks full of beer Eyes on the prize, eyes on the prize I'm not that open, I'm gettin' really wise [Verse 3] Coke and rum, can I taste your tongue? Won't stop sipping till we're both numb Lose that dirt and the short black skirt Why the lip gloss and the tight white shirt? [Verse 4] Hand down my pants, hands on my grass Got to the bottom of the bottom, but I still can't dance Like this brother with the hand full of ass Bad ass shades and a bag full of grass