Slow Night, So Long

Slow night so long, she's frenching out the flavour She's seventeen 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 Verse So far so good, she's absolutely wasted She's hanging 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 sex sells so cheap Outro Rise and shine all you gold-digging mothers Are you too good to tango with the poor boys