Kathleen Edwards Westby Lyrics

Got your little secret no I will not tell
You're trying to sober up in the highway motel
And my hands are covered with your smell
You begged me to stay and sing you a song
I dance dirty for you cuz it turns you on
And I'm a little bleeder with white pants on

And if you weren't so old I would probably keep you
If you weren't so old I'd tell my friends
But I don't think your wife would like my friends

I've got a hit for everyday of the week
I gave you something of mine that was sweet
And I've been holding on to it since I was sixteen
Still you call me Danny and I call you Mable
You passed out so I flicked through cable
And I stole your gold watch off the bed-side table

And if you weren't so old I would keep you
If you weren't so old I'd tell my friends
But I don't think your wife would like my friends

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