Canʼt say Iʼve had a right nightʼs sleep in seven years Stuck behind a bar six deep slinging drinks and beer And the price of livinʼs higher than the steps I'm climbing Just to get the kind of break you got to get to get paid Love of my life wants another Bud Lite Says keep the change then expects to get laid I always thought I'd be someone by now Making my friends jealous and my parents proud But there's too many pageants and not enough crowns Oh my God I need a better job
Mama said remember baby girl I know I taught you just how to play hard to get And I know you want to think everybodyʼs real nice and thatʼs not the truth of it Whatever you do at tomorrow's interview Don't let know you're broke and were hustling until two
From waitress to barista now the girl behind the bar I'm taking home more tips from men the shorter my shorts are I suppose that's prostitution depends on what defines a whore Oh My God I need a better jobTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
