Lyrics

I met you on a Monday You were drinking white wine Pale sky, text goodbye I lent you my jacket, remember? It was such a cold night for summer You said it's all about the way you sing the top line Sing it like you really mean it I sing it like I really mean it I really don't stand a chance, I really don't stand a chance Girl, I just wanna dance, girl, I just wanna dance Twenty two, gorgeous, God bless Tell me that you've been away to Texas We can split the bottle if you need to That's the real truth Your mama used to listen to James Brown Your mama used to listen to James Brown Your daddy used to listen to James Brown New York City, summertime Your mama used to listen to James Brown Your mama used to listen to James Brown Your daddy used to listen to James Brown New York City, summertime Now, I'm not tryna make a move on you But you got every eye glued to ya in the whole room Every one here thinks that they need ya Every one here thinks that they need you We can split the bottle if you need to That's the real truth And every one here thinks that they need you Every one here thinks that they need you Your mama used to listen to James Brown Your mama used to listen to James Brown Your daddy used to listen to James Brown New York City, summertime Your mama used to listen to James Brown Your mama used to listen to James Brown Your daddy used to listen to James Brown New York City, summertime
Writer(s): Caleb Hodges, Max Byrne Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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