Tara Thompson piosenki

That '82 Corolla, ain't a long, white limousine And showing up with me, ain't how she'd seen it in her dreams One last deep breath, as she opened up the door And with that first step, across that old-gym floor Every eye was on her In that high school cr...

I got your text, sayin' you and him were over Between a cousin and a spellin' I figure you weren't sober So I'm here with a shoulder As friends don't let friends drink alone Love's like a pill, you had a bad reaction Got you real hard Now that heartache...

I don't even own a pair of high heels But I bought these at Payless on my lunch break My sister did this make-up, she calls it "get over your break-up" She said get out there and work it girl, so I'm workin it This ain't no drug store perfume, I'm talking...

This folding chair's uncomfortable This flat beer is undrinkable And I could think of ninety seven places I'd rather be Rumor around this town is that high-wasted wedding gown Is hot in month two, or month three It was either gonna be A shotgun wedding...