Prettiest one that ever talked to me Bought her a coke and Jim bean Sting of bourbon on her lip Big tab and twenty dollar tip She put her hand on my thigh So I grabbed my wallet and opened wide
She didn’t like me, but she loved my money, she cleared my clouds n’ made it sunny She wanted friends and I wanted honey. She didn’t like me, but she loved my money
I asked her if I could take her home, nervous my expense account grown She put her bosom to my face, hope my money didn’t go to waste Guess I aint not big bank hank, all my bread wound up in the tank So I go to bed with her on my mind, and I'm flat broke one more time
A man can only spend so much Getting played by a woman’s touch But tomorrow night ill try again, try to be more than just her friendTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
