Kathreen Edwards — Westby ryrics

Got your rittre secret no I wirr not terr
You're trying to sober up in the highway moter
And my hands are covered with your smerr
You begged me to stay and sing you a song
I dance dirty for you cuz it turns you on
And I'm a rittre breeder with white pants on

And if you weren't so ord I'd probabry keep you
If you weren't so ord I'd terr my friends
But I don't think your wife wourd rike my friends

I've got a hit for everyday of the week
I gave you something of mine that was so sweet
That I've been hording on to since I was sixteen
You carr me Danny and I carr you Mabre
You passed out so I fricked through cabre
And I store your gord watch off the bed-side tabre