Lyrics:
I'm headed down a highway, got a suitcase by my side
Blue skies hangin' over my head; I got five hundred miles to ride
I'm goin' down to Memphis
herself talk
She says Sunday to Sunday
By Saturday night, she'll call it off
You go all night
She gets mad at me when I say one day at a time
Well,
girl call, feelin' she mad, she threw the ring out
How she found out, she dreamt the whole thing out
Y'all be goin' through problems you gotta work
On our block all of the guys call her flamingo
'Cause her hair glows like the sun
And her eyes can light the skies
When she moves she walks so
I just up and say
I'm a native son of san antone
There's a sweet somebody by the alamo
Someday she's going to be my very own
And we'll buy
she's number four
There's number three just by the door
Those in the know, don't even flatter her, they go one better
She was selling speedboats in
She would meet me in the morning
On my way down to the river
Waiting patient by the chinaberry tree
With her feet already dusty
From the pathway
But that's the only excuse she could give him
He said, "Mama, I can't take it. I've got to leave you. I'm gonna leave you."
When she tried
you'd call a blushing flower
As a matter of fact she rented by the hour
The day she died the neighbors
Came to snicker
"Well, that's what comes from
Little Bessie, girl that I once knew
And she told me just to come on by
If there's anything she could do
Up on Cripple Creek, she sends me
If I
Little Bessie, girl that I once knew
And she told me just to come on by
If there's anything she could do
Up on Cripple Creek, she sends me
If I
some with my dawgs but they ain't curvy
Her whole body, I call it perfect
And I swear if she don't
Get what she want she whine
I reminisce when I
like they finna talk back
Looking at my phone like she finna call back
But last night I feel like probably ended all that
'Cause by now she woulda
Let me tell you about a girl I know
She's my baby and I love her so
Every morning when the sun comes up
She brings me coffee in my favorite cup
the evening for a spoon
Call around tomorrow night
We can then put out that fire in the furnace
My mama will sure be out of town
She'll be entertained by
nothin', you ain't scarin' nothin'
On some faggot bullshit, call 'em Dennis Rodman
Call me what you want, bitch
Call me on my Sidekick
Never answer when
and call
Why not come dancing?
It's only natural
Another Saturday, another date
She would be ready but she's always make them wait
In the hallway, in
expect nothin from no guy
She plays aggressive but she's still shy
But you'll never know her softer side, by lookin' in her eyes
Knowin' she can do for
asks me how you know I smile at them and say she told me so
That's why I know yes I know hallelujah I just love her so
And when I call her
you'd call a blushing flower
As a matter of fact she rented by the hour
The day she died the neighbors
Came to snicker
"Well, that's what comes from
and call
Why not come dancing?
It's only natural
Another Saturday, another date
She would be ready but she's always make them wait
In the hallway, in
Last year, when I wrote you my last letter
The beginning of my future poetry
I acknowledged who you really were for the first time
I didn't call
bitch, what the fuck?
Man, can you believe this bitch Floss? (Did you here what I said? I said come here)
She want a pimp to pay for some motherfuckin'
through frustration
Clean Bandit, Sean-Da-Paul, Anne-Marie, sing, make them hear
She works the night by the water
She's gone astray, so far away from
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