Paroles de la chanson He Can't Quit Her par Gary Allan
Auteurs: Casey Beathard
Editeurs: Sony Atv Music Publishing France,Sony Atv Acuff Rose Music
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Paroles de la chanson He Can't Quit Her par Gary Allan
She was cool, she was hot
She was smokin' a lot at the end of the bar
She had more than one
Too many buttons undone on that blouse she wore
Starin' too long at her
Lost in that Skynyrd song was his first mistake
And when she shot him that
'Boy, you don't want none of this' look, it was way too late
She's like a needle to a junky
She's like whiskey to a drunk
She's like poker to a gambler
She's like a bullet in a gun
She's in his blood, he can't explain the rush
When he gets with her
Might be the death of him
She was smokin' a lot at the end of the bar
She had more than one
Too many buttons undone on that blouse she wore
Starin' too long at her
Lost in that Skynyrd song was his first mistake
And when she shot him that
'Boy, you don't want none of this' look, it was way too late
She's like a needle to a junky
She's like whiskey to a drunk
She's like poker to a gambler
She's like a bullet in a gun
She's in his blood, he can't explain the rush
When he gets with her
Might be the death of him
But he's addicted, man, he can't quit her
Well, she'd come to his house
And he'd tell her she belonged just with him
She'd get up and she'd get dressed,
Take five hundred, no less and then leave again
He said, "Baby, I'll take care of you
Can't stand the thought of sharin' you with them other guys"
She laughed and said, "Well, maybe you shouldn't call me
No more then, baby" and he didn't, that first night
She's like a needle to a junky
She's like whiskey to a drunk
She's like poker to a gambler
She's like a bullet in a gun
She's in his blood, he can't explain the rush
When he gets with her
Well, she'd come to his house
And he'd tell her she belonged just with him
She'd get up and she'd get dressed,
Take five hundred, no less and then leave again
He said, "Baby, I'll take care of you
Can't stand the thought of sharin' you with them other guys"
She laughed and said, "Well, maybe you shouldn't call me
No more then, baby" and he didn't, that first night
She's like a needle to a junky
She's like whiskey to a drunk
She's like poker to a gambler
She's like a bullet in a gun
She's in his blood, he can't explain the rush
When he gets with her
Might be the death of him
But he's addicted, man, he can't quit her
She's in his blood, he can't explain the rush
When he gets with her
Might be the death of him
But he's addicted, man, he can't quit her
She was cool, she was hot
She was walkin' 'cross the parkin' lot with some other guy
Well, he was jealous, he was jonsin'
And he wound up on the wrong end of a forty-five
But he's addicted, man, he can't quit her
She's in his blood, he can't explain the rush
When he gets with her
Might be the death of him
But he's addicted, man, he can't quit her
She was cool, she was hot
She was walkin' 'cross the parkin' lot with some other guy
Well, he was jealous, he was jonsin'
And he wound up on the wrong end of a forty-five
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