Charlie Ain't Home

(альбом: Til The Casket Drops - 2012)

Golden honey dripping from this house
Black stilettos on a leather couch
Tight blue Jeans sticking tight like glue
Soaking wet, drink it up like juice
Come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on

Lay me down on sheets of cotton, whoa, whoa
You make me feel like I could fly, whoa, whoa
Headlights on the bedposts, we ain't stopping, no, no
If you forgot, I'll tell you why
'Cause Charlie ain't home

Ooh, ooh
Charlie ain't home
Ooh, ooh
Charlie ain't home

I dig my fingertips into your back
Till the pictures break and the floorboards crack
Oh, my tongue is a silver key
Swimming deep in a sinner's sea
Come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on

Lay me down on sheets of cotton, whoa, whoa
You make me feel like I could fly, whoa, whoa
Headlights on the bedposts, we ain't stopping, no, no
If you forgot, I'll tell you why
'Cause Charlie ain't home

Ooh, ooh
Charlie ain't home
Ooh, ooh
Charlie ain't home

Oh, Charlie, Charlie
Please let that boy go, darling
It wasn't his fault, it was mine
Oh, Charlie, Charlie
He didn't know no better
I should have listened, you were right

Lay me down on sheets of cotton, whoa, whoa
You make me feel like I could fly, whoa, whoa
Headlights on the bedposts, we ain't stopping, no, no
If you forgot, I'll tell you why
'Cause Charlie ain't home

Ooh, ooh
Charlie ain't home
Ooh, ooh
Charlie ain't home