Lyrics
On my way, so it seems, blooming flowers waltz before me
Rollin' numbers, passing time, got to get outside the city
In the morning, all will see, just how crazy young love can be
On our own away again, don't get down my darlin'
I'm gonna tangle my face hair, I'm gon' tickle your daughter
Three o'clock in the mornin', they all cry to me
I'll be prancin' around in my high heels and your cherry red lipstick
Look out your window, I'm on your street
Miles away, so unclear, almost lost it in Montana
Let's pull over, have us a choke
I love to watch you when you're dancin'
I wonder if they ever dream, they would get just what we gave them
All wrapped up in field 19, chasin' stars that are fallin'
I'm gonna tangle my face hair, I'm gon' tickle your daughter
Three o'clock in the mornin', they all cry to me
I'll be prancin' around in my high heels and your cherry red lipstick
Look out your window, that's where I'll be
When that train heads home
They're gonna be so gone-gone, you ain't never gonna see me
I'm a gone-gone, you ain't nothin' to me
When they shine them streets, they're gonna find our song
I'm gonna tangle my face hair, I'm gon' tickle your daughter
Three o'clock in the mornin', they all cry to me
I'll be prancin' around in my high heels and your cherry red lipstick
Look out your window, I'm on your street
I'm gonna tangle my face hair, I'm gonna tickle your daughter
Three o'clock and the mornin', they all cry to me
I'll be prancin' around in my high heels and your cherry red lipstick
Look out your window, I'm on your street
Come on
I'm on your street, they all cry to me
I'm on your street, they all cry to me
I'm on your street, they all cry to me
I'm on your street, they all cry to me
I'm on your-
I'm on your street, they all cry to me
I'm on your street, they all cry to me
