Everything you said, keeps running through my head,
Maybe you were right,
Maybe black is white.
[chorus]
Maybe I'll never be good enough,
Maybe I'll never be smart enough,
Maybe I'll never be your type,
Maybe I don't give a shit tonight.
While my mind is on you,
I got you on my cross hairs on him,
While I finish my shot of Beam,
I'm planning my sin.
[chorus]
He's throwing me around, like you used to do.
He's ripping off my clothes, like you used to do.
He's kissing me up and down, like you used to do.
He's better than you, ever thought you were.
So bartender says last call,
I'm in the bathroom stall,
Hugging my man so tight,
chiseled out of porcelain white.
[chorus]
Everything you said, keeps running through my head
Maybe you were right,
Maybe black is white.
2 comments:
We need to work together ha ha. We seem to be on same page with some of our recurring themes.
lol are you a music writer or just a writer? I love working with people! Thanks for your input. I so need to start writting more. I have been too focused on playing my guitar.
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