歌词
She's got a girlfriend named Mercedes and no license
She's got a twelve pack of PBR, I wonder how this ends
She's got this pain in her brain she can't explain it if she tried
She's got this pain her brain she can't explain if she tried
I don't think you get the point
It's daddy's boots and a taste of his blues
It's mommy's dress, mommy's stress, a pack of menthol tubes
She sat in silence since they did all that talk, talk
She sits in silence since they did all that talk, talk, talk
I don't think you get the point
She's got this pain in her brain she can't explain it if she tried
She's got this pain her brain she can't explain if she tried
I don't think you get the point