Letra

A gotta a party in my pocket Hey, did your daddy steal your stars? Do you wanna ride my rocket? I wanna ride your car Do you come here often? What's your sign? Where's the party after? Your place or mine? Sweet talker, why don't you shut up? I'm tired, and i'm fed up with all your Lie, lie, lies Shut up Sshssh Shut up Hey lady, do you wanna dance? Did you do your laundry? Because I can see me in your pants I'm too drop for driving Can I stay the night? You girls must be a models No, we're just prototypes Sweet talker, why don't you shut up? I'm tired, and i'm fed up with all your Lie, lie, lies Shut up Shut up Ssh Love makes things scary And arrives our christmas day I could meet you in the middle We could spend our holiday Is that a keg in your pants? 'Cause i wanna tap that ass Well I made up you first But it may be our last Sweet talker, why don't you shut up? I'm tired, and i'm fed up with all your Lie, lie, lies
Writer(s): Amy Nelson, Cathy Guthrie, Casey Kristofferson, Mary-lyn Vernon Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out