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BUTCH WALKER >> Merchandise Links
BUTCH WALKER
Don't put another thing on my plate My brain is so full of your face I ate I counted the hours Since the minute that I drove by you And I got a scar where she left me Don't think I'll see her around Come back Sunday (come back Sunday) Everyday's a Monday Now that you're gone Come back Sunday (come back Sunday) Before I got a minute The minute was gone Think you kinda dug me But other guys are up above me Trying to get to you cuz I let you go I like to think I'm a pretty slick guy But something in the sunlight between your thighs Turned me into mush with a certified crush on you And oh, what a bore I must be You're so far ahead of my world Chorus And it's never been so weird To be at the bottom looking up And I went into this movie of blood and guts Thinking I was the shit, I was all grown up And I wonder, if you wonder, what we could be
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