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Dallas Smith

Shotgun

 

Shotgun

(álbum: Jumped Right In - 2012)


You said we needed some time to apart,
and don't you know baby it was breaking my heart,
then you heard about my last weekend, dancing a little too close with one of your friend,
I guess what happened then.

Look whose riding shotgun,
look who likes the gun wrack,
look whose making this beat-up Chevrolet that comeback Cadillac,
look whose right beside me,
look whose feet are on the dash,
look whose so distracting that it almost makes me crash, yeah look whose riding shotgun.
Yeah, look whose riding shotgun.

Now I ain't saying I told you so,
but I knew you couldn't just let us go,
maybe all it took was for you to see somebody else shaking your sugar tree, for you to be sweet on me.

Look whose riding shotgun,
look who likes the gun wrack,
look whose making this beat-up Chevrolet that comeback Cadillac,
look whose right beside me,
look whose feet are on the dash,
look whose so distracting that it almost makes me crash, yeah look whose riding shotgun.

Nothing like a big wet kiss,
baby just say you miss this, just say you miss this.

Look whose riding shotgun, heading up to the love-shack,
look whose making this beat up Chevrolet that comeback Cadillac,
look whose right beside me,
look whose feet are on the dash,
look whose head is over on my shoulder as I'm driving past,
Yeah look whose riding shotgun.

Yeah, look whose riding shotgun.
Yeah, look whose riding shotgun.

feito

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