Kenny Chesney Lyrics
Kenny Chesney Lyrics
"Guitars And Tiki Bars Lyrics"
Control Freak Lyrics
Sleaze on the slide Control freak freaking out on the dance floor Deep inside Sleaze on the slide Control freak freaking o
Sleaze on the slide Control freak freaking out on the dance floor Deep inside Sleaze on the slide Control freak freaking o
Tired of my beeper, tired of my phone
Tired of this tired old tie I got on
Sick of this traffic jam that I'm in,
We all get sick of it all now and then.
When I've had it up to here I go down there.
To guitars,and tiki bars, and a whole lotta love,
Mangos and marley
Golden Opportunity Lyrics
Watching the hands strike midnight Reading the writing on the wall Just in time to chase your dream You got a chance to make it
you know, fit me like a glove.Watching the hands strike midnight Reading the writing on the wall Just in time to chase your dream You got a chance to make it
Sixth gear with nowhere to steer when enough is enough,
It's guitars, tiki bars, and a whole lotta love.
I feel like a fish jerked out of the sea,
Or a bird in a cage that's never seen a key,
Sick of this grind and I think that I ought
To brin
Three Weeks Lyrics
I'm not alive on Sunday No one else is anyway You can have my Monday I'm not in the mood to play You can have my Tuesday See, y
g this grind to a grinding hault.I'm not alive on Sunday No one else is anyway You can have my Monday I'm not in the mood to play You can have my Tuesday See, y
Now I've had it up to here let's go down there.
To guitars, tiki bars, and a whole lotta love,
Mangos and marley you know, fit me like a glove.
Sixth gear with nowhere to steer when enough is enough,
It's guitars, tiki bars, and a whole lot
Midnight ravers Lyrics
Do-do-do. Do-do-do. Do-do-do. (You can't tell the woman from the man) No, I say you can't, 'cause they're dressed in the same pollution;ta love.
Now I've had it up to here let's go down there.
To guitars, tiki bars, and a whole lotta love,
Mangos and marley you know, fit me like a glove.
Sixth gear with nowhere to steer when enough is enough,
It's guitars, tiki bars, and a whole lotta love...
Do-do-do. Do-do-do. Do-do-do. (You can't tell the woman from the man) No, I say you can't, 'cause they're dressed in the same pollution;
Now I've had it up to here let's go down there.
To guitars, tiki bars, and a whole lotta love,
Mangos and marley you know, fit me like a glove.
Sixth gear with nowhere to steer when enough is enough,
It's guitars, tiki bars, and a whole lotta love...