I've got a bright red sticker on the back of my car, Says: "United States Marines." An' yesterday a lady in a mini-van, Held up her middle finger at
It was a teenage wedding And the old folks wished them well You could see that Pierre Did truly love the mademoiselle Now the young monsieur and madame
made me cry In a 'Dear Jane' letter from a different guy He broke up with me and he told me I'm not always right And a stolen key from an old hotel room
I taught him how to talk to me I showed him what a woman needs A hand just to hold in the dark He used to think it was enough Sending flowers to show
that makes this home It's the song Her birthday was in Alabama Father's day was in Montana And on Mother's day I was nowhere near the phone Every hotel
We don't ever stay mad for long and I Guess I've always liked that 'bout us We usually end up on the floor laughin' Makin' fun of whatever it was Passions
It's so nice of you to call To check on me today It's ironic 'cause after all You left me this way You say you'd feel a whole lot better If I'd at least
I know you don't like me Don't like the things I do The saddest part just might be That I don't like you too You think you know my story Well maybe you
I've made you mad as hell heard you yell But I've never seen you crying It's clear to us it's serious We've never been this close to dying We've gotten
There's a rip in the elbow of the left sleeve And one button doesn't match You sewed that one on yourself And at the time it made me laugh It's frayed
On a Friday night where I grew up There ain't a whole lot you can do The same ole' faces the same ole' places Ain't nothin' ever new After the football
I know you don't like me, don't like the things I do The saddest part just might be that I don't like you too You think you know my story well maybe you
I've made you mad as hell, heard you yell But I've never seen you cryin' It's clear to us, it's serious We've never been this close to dyin' We've gotten
It was a teenage wedding and the old folks wished them well You could see that Pierre did truly love the Mademoiselle Now the young monsieur and madame
it home It's the song Her birthday was in Alabama Father's Day was in Montana And on Mother's Day, I was nowhere near the phone Every hotel bed feels
There's a rip in the elbow of the left sleeve And one button doesn't match You sewed that one on yourself and at the time it made me laugh It's frayed
