Texty

All that glitters will fade And that ish just gets in your hair anyways Sometimes that suns too bright I like country stars in a Texas sky I'm more jukebox playin George Strait than box seats at the symphony More dinner on a tailgate than breakfast at Tiffany's Like rhinestones on blue jeans, like neon on a sign Like headlights down a dirt road, thats the way I shine I ain't no diamond on a gold band Sittin' real pretty on a left hand Got a little rust on my heart Well that's just my kind of sparkle The moon shinin' through the sunroof And the dashboard stereo lit up blue Got your hand in mine, the lighting in your eyes Makin' me feel all kinds of fireflies Like rhinestones on blue jeans Like neon on a sign Like headlights down a dirt road That's the way I shine I ain't no diamond on a gold band Sittin real pretty on a left hand Got a little rust on my heart Well that's just my kinda sparkle Oh oh oh That's just my kind of sparkle, sparkle My kind of sparkle Goes well With a bonfire and a little bottom shelf Whiskey, baby come and kiss me If you wanna burn it down or light it up with me Like rhinestones on blue jeans Like neon on a sign Like headlights down a dirt road That's the way I shine I ain't no diamond on a gold band Sittin' real pretty on a left hand Got a little rust on my heart well That's my kind of sparkle Oh oh oh That's just my kind of sparkle, sparkle Ah ah ah ah ah
Writer(s): Harper Grace, Scott Stepakoff, Alex Kline Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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