The Orwells - Southern Comfort lyrics

[Verse 1]

Drink by drink, I think, I'm thinkin'

Why not train with me this week-end?

And I can't walk and I can't dance

Give me a smile and then take off your pants

[Verse 2]

Saw her eyes in the rear-view mirror

Girls in the back, trunks full of beer

Eyes on the prize, eyes on the prize

I'm not that open, I'm gettin' really wise


[Verse 3]

Coke and rum, can I taste your tongue?

Won't stop sipping till we're both numb

Lose that dirt and the short black skirt

Why the lip gloss and the tight white shirt?


[Verse 4]

Hand down my pants, hands on my grass

Got to the bottom of the bottom, but I still can't dance

Like this brother with the hand full of ass

Bad ass shades and a bag full of grass






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