With hands in the air You look like the girl at the fare with the bubbly eyes. Stonewashed shoe pulling at a rock But the rock don't compromise, Come up to me say Why are you so skinny and pretty for a boy?, Said thanks for the insults and compliments You'll never forget my face no more
I can't hardly reach you and I know it's getting harder to be you. So I'll be dumping you where nobody knows, City ought to take you, It would take a little second to break you So I'll be dumping you where nobody knows, I'll be dumping you where nobody knows.
Looking pretty keen sitting on a swing, That don't mean a thing at all, Your hair's on my feet, Say barkin like a pack of dogs, Siccin' on a coon in a stall.
Take it for your word, Take it for a ride, Take it for the evening dead or alive, Warming up the car packing as the pilots play.
I can't hardly reach you and I know it's getting harder to be you, So I'll be dumping you where nobody knows, City ought to take you, It would take a little second to break you, So I'll be dumping you where nobody knows, I'll be dumping you where nobody knows......... jessica........
Head like a stone, Stoned like a rock, Climbing up your nose a gun, Papa's a searching, Devil is a knocking, Chills runnin' up my skin, Here goes now.
Compositores: Anthony Caleb Followill (SESAC), Ivan N Followill (Nathan Followill) (SESAC), Jared Followill (SESAC), Matthew Followill (SESAC)Editores: BMG Cicada (SESAC), Pacific Wind Music (SESAC), Sixteen O Nine Songs (ASCAP)Publicado em 2004 (31/Ago) e lançado em 2004 (01/Out)ECAD verificado obra #18000428 e fonograma #2445339 em 20/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM