Your friends say, "Man just forget her"
But we got something they can't see
Your friends tell you you could do better
Than hanging around with the likes of me

Well maybe I ain't no good
But I'd treat you like I should baby

I know, I know, oh I know all the things they say
I know, I know, I know, I know but there's no way
That I can turn back, no way

So I'm throwing rocks at your window
Waiting by my car outside
Like a shot in the dark I hear your back door slam
And see you under Those streetlights

Running through that empty street
Just running right down to me

I know, I know, oh I know all the things they say
I know, I know, I know, I know but there's no way
That I can turn back, no way

Maybe no one could understand
Maybe no one should know
Give your heart, won't you give your heart to me
Maybe no one could understand
Maybe they'll never know
Give you heart, won't you give your heart to me

Cause I hear everything your friends are saying baby
I hear the things they're saying
Cause I hear everything your friends are saying baby
I hear the things they're saying


Get in the car and let's go
We're meeting some wild young girls we know
The four tops are playing and we got some weed
And there's a pretty little blonde barely past eighteen
With hips that are shaking right in time
And they're waiting one mile past the county line

We got one more mile
Drive on
We got one more mile
Drive on

Better get ready
We better get ready to go

So now we're burning through the country like a runaway train
Matt's popping pills and a gator's doing cocaine
Six pack of jax up on my dash I can't see straight
And I don't look back
Staring at the stars and drinking cherry wine
I said have a little love brother cut me a line

We got one more mile
Drive on
We got one more mile
Drive on

Better get ready
We better get ready to go

La canción fue subida el 7 de Marzo de 2011 a las 16:20 horas. Consulta toda la información de Blacklist Royals en Alternative Volume.

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