Paroles:
Shawanda Crystal

2 a.m., dashboard lights Oh God, it seems I?ve been on the road all night Got momma?s picture on the seat beside me Oh, how I love what I left behind

Sometimes my nails match my lips And my jeans hug my hips But I don't feel like doing all that right now He's on his way over And my hair's in a ponytail

Your cheatin' heart will make you weep You'll try and try and try to sleep But sleep won't come the whole night through Your cheatin' heart will tell

I know I drive you crazy sometimes I know I throw out words like they were knives Real sharp knives I know just how to push your buttons Sometime I push

You spun that web baby, you made that bed baby You built that brick wall that you're running into, ooh, ooh You bare that cross baby, I pay the cost baby

Last time I laid eyes on you I was burnin' you're photograph Thats the drastic kinda things things you do When your livin' through the aftermath Of

Sometimes my nails match my lips And my jeans hug my hips But I don't feel like doing all that right now He's on his way over And my hair's in a ponytail

Wind blowin' on my face Sidewalk flyin' beneath my bike A five year-old's first taste Of what freedom's really like He was runnin' right beside me His

There she was just seventeen Cryin' on the mornin' after He told her everything she wanted to hear All those drunken reasons that she had For givin'