I mostly listen to my Momma's advice
No nothing good ever happens past midnight
But when I slip that leather on my feet
I can't explain what happens to me
The only time you'll me catch me dancing in the neon
Smoking on something that's a little too strong
Slipping quarters in this honkey tonk juke box
Strangers buying shots I'm stringing em along in
Skin tight Levi's high waisted
It's a game all the hearts I'm breaking
There's no such thing as too far gone
I'm a different kinda woman when I got my red ruby boots on
Sometimes I can hear them calling
From the back of my bed room closet
Ain't red bottoms but Lord knows
There's some sort of magic in these old souls
I'd rather ask for forgiveness
Not permission
So let's cheers to the night we're gonna witness
I'd rather ask for forgiveness
Not permission
So let's cheers to the night we're gonna witness
