Slow night so long, she´s frenching out the flavour
she´s 17 but i done went and plum forgot it
No tears are gone they´re pooling on the table
no tears are gone they´re leaving their mark behind

So far so good she´s absolutely wasted
she´s handing up and changing her story around
I just don´t know where leading ladies come from
I just don´t know where they can be found
She´s opened up just like she really knows me
I hate her face, but enjoy the company
I´ll take you home, or back to Oklahoma
You´re not so nice, but the sex sells so cheap
rise and shine all you gold-diggin´ mothers
are you too good to tango with the poor, poor boys