Joanna Smith piosenki

Bare feet hangin' off a tire swing Cotton dress barely hangin' onto me Settin' sun coolin' down the August heat Sweet magnolia in the air Lazy old river just floatin' by That boy was givin' me the eye Riverbank wasn't quite dry Standin' at the water's edge He...

All my girlfriend's are gettin' married They're gonna be brides, they're dressin' in white They're droppin' like flies All my girlfriend's are talkin' 'bout babies They're poppin' them out and strollin' around Get me out of this town I ain't ready for a new...

Now, don't be fooled by the cute little dimples Angel voice in the long choir robe The way her daddy's wrapped around her finger And the pretty pink paint on her toes Don't matter if she comes from the country Or living that uptown life On the surface, we're...

We can't be friends, you can't drop by If I run into your brother, Can't tell him to tell you hi You can't call, I can't pick up We can't meet for margaritas, I can't wear that dress you love Cause you'll look at me like I want you to Then we'll brush hands...