Slow night, so long

Slow nights so long she's frenching out flavour
She's seventeen but I done went and plum forgot it.

No tears are gone they're pooling on the table
No tears are gone they're leaving their mark behind

So far so good she's absolutely wasted.
She's hanging up and changing her story around

I just don't where they can be found

She's opening up just like she really knows me

I'll take you home, to back to Oklahoma
You're not so nice but the sex sells so cheap

Rise and shine all you gold-digging mothers
Are you too good to tango with the poor poor boys

Rise and shine all you gold-digging mothers
Are you too good to tango with the poor poor boys

Rise and shine all you gold-digging mothers
Are you too good to tango with the poor poor boys

Rise and shine all you gold-digging mothers