Paroles de The Artistic Possibilities Of Sub-Standard Housing & Food Stamps
darlin will you ring me up, will you take me to the drive-in, make a bed of yr truckdarlin, i wouldnt die for you but i might throw down in this dirt
till these skinny knees turn blue
just to beg a dance from you
if i believe in it, what wetness fills this cup
can i turn it into hope or is it still just some whiskey shot
if its money on my mind then it goes down rough
but if its heartbreak that is drowning us then it goes down easy enough
if lyin up a storm hurts as bad as this
why then do you insist, lining yr pockets with this shit
you ought shovel out yr bed & lay for dead in it
but dont be calling me up when yr sad that i dont regret
well, ships go down & trains derail
tanks overturn & pilots bail
but if theres one thing that ive learned in all of this
its that sometimes we sink before we sail
if its money on my mind then it goes down rough
but if its heartbreak that is drowning us then it goes down easy enough
if lyin up a storm hurts as bad as this
why then do you insist, lining yr pockets with this shit
you ought shovel out yr bed & lay for dead in it
but dont be calling me up when yr sad that i dont regret
well, ships go down & trains derail
tanks overturn & pilots bail
but if theres one thing that ive learned in all of this
its that sometimes we sink before we sail
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