Slow Night, So Long

Slow night, so long, she's frenching out the flavour She's 17 but I done went and plum forgot it No tears are gone, they're pooling on the table No tears are gone, they're leaving their mark behind So far, so good, she's absolutely wasted She's handing up and changing her story around I just don't know where leading ladies come from I just don't know where they can be found She's opened up just like she really knows me I hate her face, but enjoy the company I'll take you home or back to Oklahoma You're not so nice, but the sex sells so cheap Rise and shine all you gold-diggin' mothers Are you too good to tango with the poor, poor boys? Rise and shine all you gold-diggin' mothers Are you too good to tango with the poor, poor boys? Rise and shine all you gold-diggin' mothers Are you too good to tango with the poor, poor boys? Rise and shine all you gold-diggin' mothers