歌詞
Met a girl at the party last night,
With gold in her eyes,
And little alibies to fool me.
Had venom on her lips,
Painted finger tips,
Used my chest pockets
To hold her cigarettes, and number,
And I wonder,
If I'll see her again.
She said, boy if you really wanna write a song,
You better stop waiting to take me home,
And let me talk to you.
Whatever you wanna do.
Baby, don't make me wait anymore,
If that other girl cared,
She'd be right at the door, to stop me,
And if you love her,
Then come a little closer,
And let me change that for you.
Met a girl at the party last night,
With bad ideas, but real good pills
To hold me.
Baby blue eyes,
Without the sunshine,
She locked me in her room,
And took her sweet time.
I wonder, if I'm just another,
Notch on the post.
She said, boy if you really wanna write a song,
You better stop waiting to take me home,
And let me talk to you.
Whatever you wanna do.
Baby, don't make me wait anymore,
If that other girl cared,
She'd be right at the door, to stop me,
And if you love her,
Then come a little closer,
And let me change that for you.
Met a girl at the party last night,
With vicious intentions,
To find another victim to haunt me.
Twisted up knives,
The back of my spine,
Taryn me to pieces,
The reasons I write,
I wonder, if I'm just another,
Ghost you used to know...
She said, boy if you really wanna write a song,
You better stop waiting to take me home,
And let me talk to you.
Whatever you wanna do.
Baby, don't make me wait anymore,
If that other girl cared,
She'd be right at the door, to stop me,
And if you love her,
Then come a little closer,
And let me change that for you.
Met a girl at the party last night.
Writer(s): Houston Stafford Keen
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