You're like a flashlight All in my face I Just wanna turn you off
Like all the other guys You like my brown eyes Told me like eleven times
I don't wanna know What kind of car you drive Sick of these county guys Killing my summer nights You think this is going well
I hate to tell you But I don't think this is going your way I hate to tell you You're not the one that's leaving with me
You're like a sad song When nothing's going wrong Just wanna turn you down
Don't wanna hear about What's in your bank account Wish someone would help me out, yeah
Yeah, I don't really care What kind of clothes you wear Sick of these county guys Killing my summer nights You think this is going well
I hate to tell you But I don't think this is going your way I hate to tell you You're not the one that's leaving with me
Mhm... you're not the one Yeah, I don't wanna know Sick of these county guys Killing my summer nights You think this is going well
I hate to tell you But I don't think this is going your way I hate to tell you You're not the one that's leaving with me
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