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Jumat, 06 November 2015

Bathroom Sink Lyrics - Miranda Lambert

Puttin' on my makeup

Puttin' off the hard stuff

Hoping that it passes

Fake smile and eyelashes

I wash my hands

And try not to think

Or dirty up my bathroom sink

I'm at it again with mama

Everybody is so tired of the drama

We're still fighting like I'm sixteen

And I guess we always will be

She taught me how to pray and drink

And how to clean the bathroom sink

It's amazing the amount of rejection that I see

In my reflection and I can't get out of the way

I'm lookin' forward to the girl I wanna be

But regret has a way of starin' me right in the face

So I try not to waste too much time at the bathroom sink

It all gets complicated

Sometimes overrated

Glamour at its finest

Just means someone's hiding

From their own reality and the mirror at their bathroom sink

It's amazing the amount of rejection that I see

In my reflection but I can't get out of the way

I'm lookin' forward to the girl I wanna be

But regret has got a way of starin' me right in the face

So I try not to waste too much time at the bathroom sink

I pray as I get ready

For God to make me steady

And I thank him for his patience

And I take my medication

And bless this day and all it brings

And I clean up the bathroom sink.

Selasa, 25 Agustus 2015

Gunpowder & Lead Lyrics - Miranda Lambert

County road two thirty-three under my feet

Nothin' on this white rock but little ol' me

I've got two miles till he makes bail

And if I'm right, we're headed straight for hell

I'm goin' home, gonna load my shotgun

Wait by the door, and light a cigarette

If he wants a fight, well, now he's got one

And he ain't seen me crazy yet

He slapped my face, and he shook me like a rag doll

Don't that sound like a real man?

I'm going to show him what little girls are made of

Gunpowder and lead

Well, it's half past ten, another six-pack in

And I can feel the rumble like the cold black wind

He pulls in the drive, the gravel flies

He don't know what's waiting here this time

Yeah, I'm goin' home, gonna load my shotgun

Wait by the door, and light a cigarette

If he wants a fight, well, now he's got one

And he ain't seen me crazy yet

He slapped my face, and he shook me like a rag doll

Don't that sound like a real man?

I'm going to show him what little girls are made of

Gunpowder and lead

His fist is big, but my gun's bigger

He'll find out when I pull the trigger

I'm goin' home, gonna load my shotgun

Wait by the door, and light a cigarette

If he wants a fight, well, now he's got one

And he ain't seen me crazy yet

He slapped my face, and he shook me like a rag doll

Don't that sound like a real man?

I'm going to show him what little girls are made of

Gunpowder and, gunpowder and lead

Gunpowder and lead, hey.

Senin, 04 Mei 2015

Two of a Crime Lyrics - Miranda Lambert

[Miranda Lambert]

Red rose on painted lips, putting on Chanel

Picking parliaments

Side by side like fuzzy dice

It looks good, kill

We'd be doing time

We're a deadly combination, you and me

The way I play it cool

And you bring the heat

But I got your back

And I know that you got mine

That makes us two of a crime

Whatever gets that contraband

& Southern charm, go hand in hand

Fooling all the Federales,

Shootin' tequila

Hide in the palace

We're a dirty combination, you and me

The way I play it cool

And you bring the heat

But I got your back

And I know that you got mine

That makes us two of a crime

We're a dirty combination, you and me

The way I play it cool

And you bring the heat

But I got your back

And I know that you got mine

That makes us two of a crime.

Kamis, 19 Maret 2015

Little Red Wagon Lyrics - Miranda Lambert

You only love me for my big sun glasses

And my Tony Lamas

And my Dodge Dart classic

You said "I'll be Johnny and you be June

I'll ride with you to the moon"

But guess what?

[Chorus:]

You can't ride in my little red wagon

The front seat's broken and the axel's dragin'

You can't step to this backyard swagger

You know it ain't my fault when I'm walkin' jaws droppin' like

Ooh, ah, ooh, ah

Oh, heaven help me

I've been sowing wildflower seeds

And chasing tumble weeds

But that's just who I be

And you're just trying to slow this rolling stone

But I'm on to you baby

So guess what?

[Chorus:]

You can't ride in my little red wagon

The front seat's broken and the axel's dragin'

No you can't step to this backyard swagger

You know it ain't my fault when I'm walkin' jaws droppin' like

Ooh, ah, ooh, ah

Oh, you only love me for my big sun glasses

And my Tony Lamas

I live in Oklahoma

And I've got long, blonde hair

And I play guitar, and I go on the road

And I do all the shit you wanna do

And my dog does tricks

And I ain't about drama, ya'll

And I love my apron

But I ain't your mama!

So guess what?

[Chorus:]

You can't ride in my little red wagon

The front seat's broken and the axel's dragin'

No you can't step to this backyard swagger

You know it ain't my fault when I'm walkin' jaws droppin' like

Ooh, ahh, ooh, ahh.

Senin, 15 September 2014

Another Sunday In The South Lyrics - Miranda Lambert

Only thing moving out here is this swing on the front porch
And the sun's beating down heatin' up this house like blow torch
Sitting here singing Dixie with a whistle
Man, it's hotter than a two-dollar pistol
Baby, I know that it's only 11:30
But sure as hell or high water
I'm gettin' kinda thirsty
I don't need your mama's lemonade
I need something from a can or a bottle on ice

Just another Sunday in the South
Wanna put on some Shenandoah
and crank it loud
You and me go Fishin' in the Dark
Killin' time with Restless Heart
Just another Sunday in the South

There's church bells ringin'
Down the road and we ain't goin'
I'm singin' Hallelujah right here
with the warm wind blowin'
Next to you, Sitting next to me
and we're shaking that sugar tree

Just another Sunday in the South
Wanna put on some Shenandoah
and crank it loud
All you gotta do is give me that wink
Man, this ain't no thinkin' thing
Just another Sunday in the South

Well, honey, it's a far cry
From our crazy lives
All you gotta do is turn on the radio
It'll take us back
It'll take us home

Just another Sunday in the South
Wanna put on some Shenandoah and crank it loud
You and me go fishin' in the dark
Killin' time with Restless Heart
Just another Sunday in the South
I'm gonna put on some Shenandoah and crank it loud
All you gotta do is give me that wink
Man, this ain't no thinkin' thing
Just another Sunday in the South
Just another Sunday
Yeah
Just another Sunday
(I can hear my mama callin')
just another sunday
(Sweet Sunday)
Just another Sunday
Oooohh
In the South.

Priscilla Lyrics - Miranda Lambert

We look we got it made, don't we?
Permanent accessory
On their arms and always on their minds
Rings, we gotta wear the real big rings
Big smiles like figurines
Big hair for the real big kind
When they turn it on and slick back their hair
We turn around and the world's right there
Woman to woman, I'm starting to see
What happened to you is happening to me

Priscilla, Priscilla
How'd you get him to yourself?
Between the whistle calls and Southern dolls
It's enough to put a home through Hell
Priscilla, Priscilla
He's always in high demand
How do you or don't you get the love you want when everybody wants your man?
It's a difficult thing being Queen to the King
And I feel ya
Priscilla

Golden gate, we have to put up a gate
To find time to procreate
Or at least that's what we read
Bodyguard, Didn't know I was his bodyguard
And I shouldn't have to play the part
At least while we're not in bed
You and me share a unique position
Married to a man who's married to attention
Couldn't think of anybody better to ask
How to be the first to make it last?

Priscilla, Priscilla
How'd you get him to yourself?
Between the whistle calls and Southern dolls
It's enough to put a home through Hell
Priscilla, Priscilla
He's always in high demand
How do you or don't you get the love you want when everybody wants your man
It's a difficult thing being Queen to the King
And I feel ya
Priscilla

Cause when they turn it on and slick back their hair
We turn around and the world's right there
Woman to woman, I'm starting to see
What happened to you is happenin' to me

Priscilla, Priscilla
How'd you get him to yourself?
Between the whistle calls and Southern dolls
It's enough to put a home, a home through Hell
Priscilla, Priscilla
He's always in high demand
How do you or don't you get the love you want when everybody wants your man
It's a difficult thing being Queen to the King
And I feel ya
It's a difficult thing being Queen to the King
And I feel ya
Priscilla.