It was up in Minnesota
or was it South Dakota
It doesn't matter
we know how the story starts
It's friday, time to party
Some girl comes in dressed all tarty
With a body
That could break a thousand hearts
There's gonna be a storm tonight
A cat fight's on the way
You just hold on when it all starts up
And then you clear the way
You just know it's gonna happen
Something bad is in the air
Just grab your beer and hold it
Just watch the nails and flying hair
All the eyes were on her
You knew she was a goner
You could feel the tension
And hear the nails extract
In jeans of lace and denim
With perfect slits cut in 'em
You knew that she was hunting
that's a fact
There's gonna be a storm tonight
A cat fight's on the way
You just hold on when it all starts up
And then you clear the way
You just know it's gonna happen
Something bad is in the air
Just grab your beer and hold it
Just watch the nails and flying hair
The band played loud and raucus
As the bar's all female caucus
Watched her close
As she went toward the bar
You could tell that this girl's reason
Was to hunt the men in season
And she set to take
the first one to her car
There's gonna be a storm tonight
A cat fight's on the way
You just hold on when it all starts up
And then you clear the way
You just know it's gonna happen
Something bad is in the air
Just grab your beer and hold it
Just watch the nails and flying hair
when the crowd split like the Nile
And there standing with a smile
was the girl of the
man this girl had claimed
Well, the bottles started flying
And though the bouncers all were trying
The fight broke out
Between the two I named
There's gonna be a storm tonight
A cat fight's on the way
You just hold on when it all starts up
And then you clear the way
You just know it's gonna happen
Something bad is in the air
Just grab your beer and hold it
Just watch the nails and flying hair
The cops broke up the rumble
Amid the debris and the crumble
Our combatants were
off to jail that night
Tomorrow they would be found
Back and out of impound
At another bar
And in another fight
So, It may be Minnesota
or down in South Dakota
But, no one cares
We all know how the game is played
So, when you feel a storm brew
And you know it won't involve you
Grab your beer
And watch...your night is made.
Jan 29, 2015
Jan 29, 2015 at 12:01 AM UTC
It was up in Minnesota
or was it South Dakota
It doesn't matter
we know how the story starts
It's friday, time to party
Some girl comes in dressed all tarty
With a body
That could break a thousand hearts
There's gonna be a storm tonight
A cat fight's on the way
You just hold on when it all starts up
And then you clear the way
You just know it's gonna happen
Something bad is in the air
Just grab your beer and hold it
Just watch the nails and flying hair
All the eyes were on her
You knew she was a goner
You could feel the tension
And hear the nails extract
In jeans of lace and denim
With perfect slits cut in 'em
You knew that she was hunting
that's a fact
There's gonna be a storm tonight
A cat fight's on the way
You just hold on when it all starts up
And then you clear the way
You just know it's gonna happen
Something bad is in the air
Just grab your beer and hold it
Just watch the nails and flying hair
The band played loud and raucus
As the bar's all female caucus
Watched her close
As she went toward the bar
You could tell that this girl's reason
Was to hunt the men in season
And she set to take
the first one to her car
There's gonna be a storm tonight
A cat fight's on the way
You just hold on when it all starts up
And then you clear the way
You just know it's gonna happen
Something bad is in the air
Just grab your beer and hold it
Just watch the nails and flying hair
when the crowd split like the Nile
And there standing with a smile
was the girl of the
man this girl had claimed
Well, the bottles started flying
And though the bouncers all were trying
The fight broke out
Between the two I named
There's gonna be a storm tonight
A cat fight's on the way
You just hold on when it all starts up
And then you clear the way
You just know it's gonna happen
Something bad is in the air
Just grab your beer and hold it
Just watch the nails and flying hair
The cops broke up the rumble
Amid the debris and the crumble
Our combatants were
off to jail that night
Tomorrow they would be found
Back and out of impound
At another bar
And in another fight
So, It may be Minnesota
or down in South Dakota
But, no one cares
We all know how the game is played
So, when you feel a storm brew
And you know it won't involve you
Grab your beer
And watch...your night is made.
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