He came in hot on two wheels But she beat him to the gate Bat shit blondes and Winston's They were always on his plate
Gas and matches shouldn't mix But she showing by July So blame the fire of 1994 that I'm
Sweet fruit from the tree, Hemlock on the tongue Raised from some roots that I can't outrun My mama's blue ribbon, my daddy's first song I'm a son of a bitch and the son of a gun
She covered me in sequin gowns My teeth in Vaseline He sank 'em in to Jennings Jones and Rebuilt pan-head grease
Bad seeds get sown, black sheep they roam By fortune or mistake Tell me baby do you like the way it tastes
Sweet fruit from the tree, Hemlock on the tongue Raised from some roots that I can't outrun My mama's blue ribbon, my daddy's first song I'm a son of a bitch and the son of a gun
Baby sister of a brick house Midnight lover of a man so fine Trying to make my 'Nita proud If you don't like it you can suck on my
Sweet fruit from the tree, Hemlock on the tongue Raised from some roots that I can't outrun My mama's blue ribbon, my daddy's first song I'm a son of a bitch and the son of a gun I'm a son of a bitch and the son of a gunTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
