100 lyrics for "For the girl"
Ain't nothin' 'bout it luck, there's somethin' 'bout a truck Somethin' 'bout a truck in a farmer's field And there's somethin' 'bout a truck in a field And a girl in a red sundress with an ice cold beer to her lips Begging for another kiss And there's
Playstrip that down, girl (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) You know, I love it, when the music's loud But c'mon, strip that down for me, baby Now there's a lot of people in the crowd But only you can dance with me So put your hands on my body You know, I love it
PlayShe is a missing person Missing person Missing person, missing person I've been asking some people, if they remember A girl they forgot, with brown eyes, hair cut, red dress Have you seen her? I think she's much leaner I guess she is missing, it's true
PlayWhen I was young Pain more painful Laughter much louder Yeah, when I was young The rooms were so much colder then My father was a soldier then And times were very hard I smoked my first cigarette at ten And for girls, I had a bad yen
PlayIn check, yeah, in check, yeah Sometimes I forget When I look you in your face I see a good girl who deserves better than me (better than me) You remember that other night in my bedroom? On top of my bed I remember the things that you said Sometimes you
PlayI told ya I was troubled You know that I'm no good You had to be a nasty girl and try to play me I could forgive the past, but I never forget it I cheated myself Like I knew I would
PlayThere's a thorn tree in the garden, if you know just what I mean, And I hate to hurt your feelings but its not the way it seems, 'Cause I miss her. She's the only girl I've cared for, the only one I've known. And no one ever shared more love than we've
PlayTo use me for good We ain't leaving this room So girl, leave your boots by the bed Till someone needs medical help Or the magnolias bloom It's cold in this house and I ain't going out to chop wood So cover me up and know you're enough Cover me up and
PlayFreddie Mae, the girl that I adore Sent me packing in my beat up Ford Told me money was the thing that I lack But I came back in a Cadillac She said, "You'll never be a man of means You don't do nothing for my self esteem" Hurt so bad and fellas I ain't
PlayYou got me in the middle of the dance floor, just searching for you girl I ask my myself where you created in this world, by the beauty in you girl You got me so high and confused I don't know what to do New York City All in Los Angeles California From
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