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• Artiste: Kellie Pickler
• Titre: No Cure For Crazy
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I was born a pistol With a bullet in the barrel and another fistful Step on up and you’ll know right where I stand Church girls used to whisper Lord it’s like the devil kissed you But Jesus loves me just the way I am And there ain’t no cure for crazy I think sorry baby We’ll spare all but my trailor Daddy taught me how to curse like a sailor I’m all-nighter, go on and dream I’m two queens short of a full Good luck trying to save me There ain’t no cure, no cure for crazy baby Now ain’t branded proper No country pluggin, champagne popper Droppin names, sippin on my wine I’ll be barefoot on the bar While lightning buzz from a medicine jar Chasing my whiskey with a damn good time And there ain’t no cure for crazy I think sorry baby We’ll spare all but my trailor Daddy taught me how to curse like a sailor I’m all-nighter, go on and dream I’m two queens short of a full Good luck trying to save me There ain’t no cure, no cure for crazy baby And you can call the doctor to give me a pill To me honey that’s just another thrill I can try the hat but I don’t think I should But it ain’t gonna do no good ‘Cause there ain’t no cure for crazy I think sorry baby We’ll spare all but my trailor Daddy taught me how to curse like a sailor I’m all-nighter, go on and dream I’m two queens short of a full Good luck trying to save me There ain’t no cure, no cure for crazy baby