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Slow nights so long she's frenching out flavour
She's seventeen but I done went and plum forgot about 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 absolutly wasted.
She's hanging up and changing her story around
I just don't know where leading ladies come from
I just don't where they can be found
She's opening up just like she really knows me
I hate her face but enjoy the company
I'll take you home, ot back to Oklahoma
You're not so nice but the sex sells so cheap
Rise and shine all you gold-digging mothers
Are you too good to tango with the poor poor boys
She's seventeen but I done went and plum forgot about 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 absolutly wasted.
She's hanging up and changing her story around
I just don't know where leading ladies come from
I just don't where they can be found
She's opening up just like she really knows me
I hate her face but enjoy the company
I'll take you home, ot back to Oklahoma
You're not so nice but the sex sells so cheap
Rise and shine all you gold-digging mothers
Are you too good to tango with the poor poor boys
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Track duration: 03:05
"Slow Night, So Long [Live]" as written by Caleb/followill Followill
Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., BUG MUSIC, WINDSWEPT HOLDINGS LLC
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