Lyrics:
that place
For the rest of my life
And baby I
Want to make sure
That wherever you are you know I want you more
I miss your face
Your light ginger hair
league but you can make it click
Fix your hair up shirt tucked double knot my timbs
Cause this queen in front of me she deserving a real king
She bjork
room
hair rough, shirt untucked, and theres dirt under my nails
My head is down, shoes are scuffed, just like my self esteem
Don't come to close,
a spaceport, target for the cougars
Locking on with Bon Jovi Lugars
Black hair, tight shirt, and a whole lot for lovin'
I can't stay, today, I left on my oven
Your fingers in my hair
Your shirt on my chair
I still feel you every where
But were you ever really there
My head filled with memories
My ears
I been dealin' with some shhh from back before, but now I'm fine
Can you hear me?
Freeway heatwave
Feel it but you can't stay
New hair, old shirt
Manifesting less weight, a more masculine shape
The little girl I once was is probably confused
What happened to her hair?
Baggy shirts covering boobs
I fell in
eat the rich
Where'd you hear it from? Saw me from the back, yes I'm it
I am she, her, Harper
Dark hair, tight shirt
Big feet, fake fur
Cold as ice
Long hair, black shirt
It was August in the desert
At the little bar where we met
Funny the things you don't forget
Like Christmas lights still
There's no time to waste
These goodbyes can wait
Coffee and cigarettes on the way
Better act like nothing happened yesterday, yesterday
Messy hair
the art and it's her being her
Messy hair baggy shirt you don't compare
We've been goin for a couple weeks
But if she carry's on like this she gon be my
I knew a man Bojangles
And he'd dance for you
In worn out shoes
With silver hair a ragged shirt
And baggy pants
He would do the old soft shoe
I met a man Bojangles and he danced
For you in worn out shoes
He had silver hair and ragged
Shirt and baggy pants the old soft shoe
He jumped so
I knew a man Bojangles
And he danced for you
In worn out shoes
With silver hair, a ragged shirt
And baggy pants, the old soft shoe
He jumped so
you're a hot girl
Smoking fast like the black pearl
Cigarettes and my coffee swirled
Your shirt's white and your hair is curled
Honeyloops n Hennessy
were older, born in June
Well, I guess I still miss you
T-shirt, jeans, brown hair, kind eyes
How we used to sing
What if the music won’t stop tonight
dae love me
I need somebody
Wey go dae for me
She been liking my dress
Liking my shirt
Liking my hair
Come follow me like that
(Come follow me like
heart
And you're the one I want
1984
Harley Tee shirt
With your hair tied into buns
While we walk with matching chucks
We finally made it
Don't you see it
It's Friday night and my hairs alright
Put my best shirt on
And I'm out for lovin'
Bareback lovin'
One
Two
Three
Four
It's Friday night and my hairs
every time
'Cause we never go out of style, we never go out of style
You got that long hair, slicked back, white T-shirt
And I got that good girl faith
space
She steals my clothes to wear to work
I know, her hairs are on my shirts
I tell everyone
I smile just because
I've got a city love
I found it in
had the extra space
She steals my clothes to wear to work
I know, her hairs are on my shirts
I tell everyone I smile just because
I've got a city
finest moment by a long shot
As I walk through this casino knowin' there ain't no one i know up at 6 O'clock
With my hair messed up and my shirt untucked
Tonight I'm gonna buy me a midnight funpack
My food just is no good, one thing I need vodka
Black boot, black hair, black shirt, all thigh
Wet
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