Her eyes are changing colors
But mine have always been brown
She's got soft kisses for others
Been knocked down since time began
A black eye and heart that's true
A black heart looking out for this
I get all jumpy when I look at you
Send my *** to the jailhouse again
I've been lookin' for forever now
In a room full of mirrors for my gal
sure is hell ain't how
I felt all this would go down
Just the thought of you my heart skips
And I think my stomach is doing back flips
I always thought you were the one
I knew I'd always get you back
But now that I'm here you're not mine
So I left again and you still weren't mine
Here I am again, please be mine
I'm so sick of fighting
I've been lookin' for forever now
In a room full of mirrors for my gal
It sure is hell ain't how
I felt all this would go down
She's a southern belle without a drawl
She's a good girl who ain't wearing no bra
She's the only one who has made me cry
She's so mean and I am too sweet
She's got the spirit of a gypsy
And a **** mouth I've never heard
She can't sing all that well, see
But maybe she'll write a song for me
I've been lookin' forever now
In a room full of mirrors for my gal
It sure is hell ain't how
I felt all this would go down
Oct 18, 2019
Oct 18, 2019 at 11:20 AM UTC
Her eyes are changing colors
But mine have always been brown
She's got soft kisses for others
Been knocked down since time began
A black eye and heart that's true
A black heart looking out for this
I get all jumpy when I look at you
Send my *** to the jailhouse again
I've been lookin' for forever now
In a room full of mirrors for my gal
sure is hell ain't how
I felt all this would go down
Just the thought of you my heart skips
And I think my stomach is doing back flips
I always thought you were the one
I knew I'd always get you back
But now that I'm here you're not mine
So I left again and you still weren't mine
Here I am again, please be mine
I'm so sick of fighting
I've been lookin' for forever now
In a room full of mirrors for my gal
It sure is hell ain't how
I felt all this would go down
She's a southern belle without a drawl
She's a good girl who ain't wearing no bra
She's the only one who has made me cry
She's so mean and I am too sweet
She's got the spirit of a gypsy
And a **** mouth I've never heard
She can't sing all that well, see
But maybe she'll write a song for me
I've been lookin' forever now
In a room full of mirrors for my gal
It sure is hell ain't how
I felt all this would go down
