Lyrics

Please don't tell her bout the shape I'm in Please don't tell how deep we got in again Yea please don't tell her why we were out so long Yea please don't tell her until I right my wrongs I can't outrun these hard luck ways They don't age that well But that don't mean I ain't good for nothin I can still raise some hell But tonight I'll be sneaking in the back door so wish me well I got some glitter on my face and I smell like moulin rouge I think I broke a couple ribs on the tricycle in the yard There was something in the drink that momma coco served the bar Now the trees are all neon and the dogs are driving cars I can't outrun these hard luck ways They don't age that well But that don't mean I ain't good for nothin I can still raise some hell But tonight I'll be sneaking in the back door so wish me well Yeah tonight I'll be sneak in the back door so wish me well There's a bunny in the kitchen bout 5 feet tall and purple She's cooking scrambled eggs and asking where I've been There's a bunny in the kitchen that sounds just like my wife Hey bunny don't tell her we were out all night I can't outrun these hard luck ways They don't age that well But that don't mean I ain't good for nothin I can still raise some hell But tonight I'll be sneaking in the back door so wish me well Yea tonight I'll be sleeping in the front yard so wish me well
Writer(s): Red Shahan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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