Lyrics:
Carrie and Big type love
There once was a wild child with stars in her eyes
She got strung out on this man by surprise
He was so by the book
She was so
I've got my own thing going on
I'm making my moves got nothing to lose
Staying true to my cowgirl boots
I know I'm no Carrie Underwood
I just do what I
imma hit it bitch plans change
Carrie Underwood I don’t even know her last name
Brass frames on my face bitch I got paid
And ya I really took ur bitch
Feels like a night to sleep inside the woods
Turn the speaker up loud; Carrie Underwood
Grab the snacks and the stack of cards
We be going hard
Til
Know that thing tight
Mama like a rain storm and that right
Dead right a jit there every night every night
She been waiting all day
Carrie Underwood
all day
Carrie Underwood understand she like ooo P you do it so good
All day all night
Mama like a rain storm and that head right
Dead right a jit there
turn that up)
Picture perfect frame
Got me fucked up, I can't think, All I gots one thing on my brain when I look at you
When I look at you, when I look
underwood (keyboards, alto saxophone)
Aynsley dunbar (drums)
I mean, really, really, I mean, you guys,
What can I say, you guys are my favorite band
You
[VERSE 3]
Women
That's a topic never understood
Does she like me does she not
Carrie Underwood
Cos I'm blown away
Even by words she says
In fact so blown
began looking for a way to spend that will again
I heard a song a couple months ago, was Carrie Underwood on the radio
Reminded me of a poem my
dedicate this song to Brad Paisley, Carrie Underwood
And the first man that sent this, president Harry Truman
Never kick the cow turd on a hot day
Three Dog Night?!!
Yeah...
Oh! I love them! They're my favorite band!.. ow gawd.. oh, do you like my new car? I'm ah.. my Dad just gave it to me for
to me was in London
but by the time I reached there little red brick house
Carrie and her father were gone
#The summer sun is fading as the year grows
to see, no no no, yeah
Your love will always be my favorite thing
So if you meet her on Facebook, Tweet me
My baby is the only one I freaks see
She can
to see, no no no, yeah
Your love will always be my favorite thing
So if you meet her on Facebook, Tweet me
My baby is the only one I freaks see
She can
to see, no no no, yeah
Your love will always be my favorite thing
So if you meet her on Facebook, Tweet me
My baby is the only one I freaks see
She can
I feel abandoned
A***d out like I've been left for dead
I feel abandoned
Even my thoughts have left my head
I feel abandoned
By each and every
real good
Gotta Carrie me home, Underwood
I'm nice on the mic like a knife to the throat
The nights real high cause the bass real low
Right by your side
real good
Gotta Carrie me home, Underwood
I'm nice on the mic like a knife to the throat
The nights real high 'cause the bass real low
Right by your side
real fucked up and I'm feeling real good
Gotta Carrie me home, Underwood
I'm nice on the mic like a knife to the throat
The nights real high cause
a breeze
I can't change nigga
Unlike others would
Been soul surfin on my own wave
Like I'm Carrie Underwood
Carry money on me
Take it from me
Shit I
than ever
Upon this violent endeavor
I'm seeing violet
Carrie White inside my system, they're nervous
The second they heard this
The hearses burst in
the line I just let Jesus take the wheel and drive,
Carrie Underwood
Carry me under one of his wings and just spread em as we fly
Far away from these
I slide on by
But I think you would like my cherry pie
Goddamn right I would
Got me grinning from ear to ear
But it looks just like I drank a beer
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