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Looks like we’re heading for another fight
Just one of those crazy Saturday nights
this time you went and turned it up to ten
Don’t know why you wanna be so mean
when a another little boy says hey to me
you know i’ve always stuck by you
but a girls gotta do what a girls gotta do
CHORUS
and i hope you like getting your ass kicked
it happens all the time
you’d think you’d learn your lesson
don’t step across that line
so don’t come around tomorrow
and think every things just fine
this good ol girl is leaving you tonight
gonna walk on out with my head held high
you can talk to the hand while it waves bye-bye
I’ll pack your stuff and leave it by the door
guys like you are a dime a dozen
don’t know a damn thing about down home loving
but i want you to know one things for sure
i ain’t gonna take this crap no more
CHORUS
i tried to tell you time and time again
tough don’t make a man
you don’t understand
take a look around what do you see
you don’t see me
so don’t come calling, crawling saying your sorry
yep this is the end
CHORUS X2
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Momma's wearing the pants tonight
clay howard
verse 1:
don't sing another song about your truck
I think you know we don't give a WOOOO
The next word, I think you know it don't rhyme with happy... yeah
Don't give another tip of your hat
we all know your daddy had a a wallet that was fat
that's how you got your name on the map, cause you sure ain't scrappy
Chorus:
Tired of all these wanna-be rockers
walking over here just to muddy the waters
a real country boy don't talk about last night
we're gonna get back to the gritty with our guitars
fiddles and bows who cares about the rock stars
cause this little lady is up for the fight
Momma's wearing the pants tonight.
verse 2:
Won't listen to a song about fishing
you ain't seen a river in all your years of living
'cept when your tour bus crosses over a bridge
Never seen a cowboy from the city
especially not one who's worried about being pretty
the time has come- not a word, not even a whisper
Chorus:
Tired of all these wanna-be rockers
crossing over here just to muddy the waters
a real country boy don't talk about last night
we're gonna get back to the gritty with our guitars
fiddles and bows who cares about the rock stars
cause this little lady is up for the fight
Momma's wearing the pants tonight.
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You walked in like you own it
Baby, show what you got
You think you're so dangerous
But you ain't seen the likes of us
I do believe
Make yourself at home
Show's about to begin
All my sisters here with me
Nowhere that I'd rather be
Tonight
Well you can look for love in another's kiss
But you ain't never gonna see a show like this
This ain't no dress rehearsal, it's curtain time
It's gonna cost a lot but you can keep that dime
We got yr momma in a whirl
We got real live girls
All your lights in the city
Neon stars up above
But nothing shines like a Texas girl
You can keep your gold, give away your pearls
To the next one
Well you can look for love in another's kiss
But you ain't never gonna see a show like this
This ain't no dress rehearsal, it's curtain time
It's gonna cost a lot but you can keep that dime
We got yr momma in a whirl
We got real live girls
If you're still feeling lucky
You've got work to do
I wanna see some real respect
Or you're gonna get your feelings wrecked
Again
Well you can look for love in another's kiss
But you ain't never gonna see a show like this
This ain't no dress rehearsal, it's curtain time
It's gonna cost a lot but you can keep that dime
We got yr momma in a whirl
We got real live girls
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Me and my girls are going out tonight
It wont be pretty
We will be, at the start of the night
But by the end we'll be shitty
Turn it up to 10
Go all out tonight
Heads are gonna roll
Aching for a fight
Love em and I leave em
As only I can
Think you can keep up?
I rock as hard as any man
Harder
Line em up, we gonna Knock em down
Dance the bar naked
Fool around, and we run this town
It was here for the taking
What’s the matter, kid
what are you too shy?
Turning all the heads
Watch the boys go by
Hearts will be demolished
Like a silly toy
Can I buy you a drink pretty boy?
I rock as hard as any man
Harder
Just be a good girl, do what your told
I say HELL NO
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Another weekend night gonna get with the girls
Aint nothing could be finer in the whole wide world
I’m a southern cutie I’m a sweet angel
Till I get a little drunk, and raise a little hell
When the Bar Room Opens gonna run inside
Turn the jukebox up take the bull for a ride
If he plays his cards right if he has a little luck
Gonna pull him close to me and we might get stuck
We’ll be rolling in the back of my pickup truck
Drinking whisky on a Sunday wearing high heels on a Monday
Need to find me a man as strong as can be
Smokes Marlboro Reds and talks dirty to me
When he strips down well it’s a sight to see
Keeps his Stetson on and makes love to me
Well them boots look good, but them jeans look better
You need to come over here, cause I’m a go getter
If you play your cards right if ya have a little luck
You’re gonna get close to me and we might get stuck
We’ll be rolling in the back of my pickup truck
I’m Drinking whisky on a Sunday, wearing high heels on a Monday
Honey I’m wild, and I’m the only girl you need
So baby come on home with me, cause I’ve had too much to drink
Stay up all night, and make mistakes with me
I’ll rock you’re world make a man outta you
Ya see a girls gotta do what a girls gotta do
Ain’t that right ladies?
Well they called last call about an hour ago
Now we’re in the parking lot , gonna give him a show
Time to get down and dirty time to lay down the law
Teasin him a bit with my pushup bra
So take me home daddy cause its getting late
Gotta be to work early, but that can wait
You’ played your cards right and ya had a little luck
You’re gonna get close to me and we might get stuck
We’ll be rolling in the back of my pickup truck
I’m Drinking whisky on a Sunday, wearing high heels on a Monday
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L.Y.L.A.S. (Love You Like A Sister C)
If you’re lookin’ for a taste of my Texas tea
Better bring the sugar or it ain’t gonna be so sweet
Check out my posse it’s wanted D.O.A.
Farm raised girls know how to roll in the hay
Smokin; this hive ain’t gonna get you no honey
CH
L.Y.L.A.S.
Love you like a Sister C we ain’t like the rest
L.Y.L.A.S.
Love you like a Sister C it’s what we do best
I got some silver spurs I wear with pride
Ain’t got no interest in an 8 second ride
Raised down in T.E.X.A.S.
Better know that Sister C don’t take no mess
The bigger the better, The hotter the wetter
L.Y.L.A.S.
Love you like a Sister C we ain’t like the rest
L.Y.L.A.S.
Love you like a Sister C it’s what we do best
Bridge
Candy & Flowers; ain’t gonna get what you need
Champaigne & caviar; Don’t do a thing for me
I’ve messed with the bull; and he got the horns
Don’t need no bushwhacker comin’ at me
L.Y.L.A.S.
Love you like a Sister C we ain’t like the rest
L.Y.L.A.S.
Love you like a Sister C it’s what we do best
L.Y.L.A.S.
Love you like a Sister C we ain’t like the rest
L.Y.L.A.S.
Love you like a Sister C it’s what we do best
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The liquored up Lothario seems to think I want to dance
He got no clue from one two letter word.
When he grabbed my arm, I slammed him down, and he stained his pants
Don't you worry boys, I got this covered.
I left my headlights on again, it happens all the time.
I just need a little push to pop the clutch
He hooked up cables backwards, and they’ll melt onto the frame.
Dude, don't break my car, I got this covered.
It seems that your white stallion is an old albino mule
I'll tell you if I need your help, now stop breakin' all my tools.
(verse solo)
If I need a handyman I'll let my fingers do the walkin'
just let me get back to my work, you get back to your sweet talkin'
I moved my gear 300 miles, don’t grab it from my hands
You'll break it and yourself to show you're tough.
You tell me it's a man's job, I guess that man had other plans
Boy, let me do my job, I got this covered
Just let me do my job, I got it covered
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duncan may - I'm Ready
04:00
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What makes you think I don't know where you been?
And who am I to say what's a sin?
I'm the one waiting in our bed
I'm the one, at least that's what you said
You're gonna get it when you get home
You might regret it if you're all alone
I might play with passion
Might strike with precision
What you get when you get home…
…is your decision
I'm not wide-eyed & paralyzed
Don't think you got me hypnotized
I take care of myself, I know what to do
Take care of you, you know that it's true
You're gonna get it when you get home
You might regret it when you're all alone
I might play with passion
Might strike with precision
What you get when you get home…
…is your decision
I don't need to be saved
Jesus took care of that a long time ago
You might want to behave
'cause there's this thing I think you should know
You're gonna get it when you get home
You might regret it when you're all alone
I might play with passion
Might strike with precision
What you get when you get home…
What you get when you get home…
What you get when you get home…
…is your decision
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