Kip Moore piosenki

We've been waiting all week Been waiting on the weekend To crawl out of the shadows With the ones your mama said run from The ones your daddy kept you from Now we're all on the loose And we are here Everybody raise your glass (Hey, hey, hey) Pick it...

Your daddy thought I was wrong for you, Thinking back your mom did too But two wrongs never felt so right It was written in the stars, For two young and wild at hearts To sneak out late into the night You'd climb in and take my hand And you slide on ov...