64 lyrics for "She was a girl"
Dadadadadada If I'm not here for me Look how you found me A piece of me ain't there 'Cause nothing can compare To life when I was young That girl inside me stays She will be there Messages from her
PlayI was sittin' pretty cool country boy Looking big city She was up for some down home back road nitty gritty Hottest girl in the whole county sitting next to me Sittin' pretty She was sittin' pretty close I was getting warmer She was all chery lips
Play(Hmm, hum, hum) Ah, she keeps me moanin', groanin' Hey, because I feel so good, feel real good Why can't nobody love me like my baby does? Young girl turned out to be two times Quite the woman that I thought she was Oh she keeps me moanin', groanin' Hey,
PlayAnd she believes in me, I'll never know just what she sees in me I told her someday if she was my girl, I could change the world With my little songs, I was wrong But she has faith in me, and so I go on trying faithfully And who knows maybe on some
PlayI'm a crazy ex-girlfriend It took me five bars, saw thirty license plates I saw her Mustang and my eyes filled up with rage I brought my pistol, but I ain't some kinda fool So I walked right in, barehanded; she was on his arm while he was playing pool
PlayMaria was born in the country She loved her homeland Maria was from a poor family For their girl they had greater plans Across the sea not yet twenty Sailed our Maria, a man to see Perhaps marry dreams our Maria This was to be eventually for our Maria
PlayRazz the kid Just like the girlies back at corner store Wash my bugle boy a watching my throne Sweet mutilation of a sold to nothing man Lord have mercy shake is falling through your hand Because she love me I'm the chosen one These are the days to not
PlayYour daughter was a nice girl, now she's a slut. A queen treatin' niggas just like King Tut. Gobbin' up nuts, sorta like a hummingbird, Suckin' up the Lench Mob crew, and I'm comin' third. Used to get straight-As, now she's just skippin' class. Oh my, do
PlayTogether we cry Together we cry! Whoa oh whoa oh whoa Jenny was a poor girl Living in a rich world Named her baby Hope when she was just fourteen She was hoping for a better world For this little girl But the apple doesn't fall too far from the tree
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