Lyrics

She was a live wire She was stuck in the past I was holdin' the middle You was waking up fast It was 4 in the morning She's holding on tight To her David Bowie look-a-like, circa '85 Now he's turning up his amplifier Staring at his toes Even when he's looking at you He's still looking down his nose Sounds like surf music maybe more than just a little But to me, it's just another form of California dribble Hold the top and bottom straight And keep it shaky in the middle Well there's something to be learned here Though it may seem a little insincere Like a cruel clown grinning ear to ear You're a country singer, I'm a cavalier Well, I wanna know the whole story over Where you came from, where you're going However long it takes to know you With your heavy metal heart beat Salty but she seems sweet Tippy toes of both feet, rocking to the teen beat Well, ice cream, soda pop, bourbon on top Some people call it rock 'n' roll And some people call it pop Sounds like country music every time you use a fiddle How am I supposed to know if that's a fact or just a riddle? Keep it tight around the edges Leave a little room to wiggle Well there's something to be learned here Though it may seem a little insincere Like a cruel clown grinning ear to ear You're a country singer I'm a cavalier Oh-oh, ooh woah Oh-oh, ooh woah Oh-oh, ooh woah Oh, ooh, whoa Oh-oh, ooh woah Oh-oh, ooh woah Well, there's something to be learned here Though it may seem a little insincere Like a cruel clown grinning ear to ear You're a psycho killer I'm a cavalier
Writer(s): Cary Ann Hearst, Michael Trent Robinson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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