Lyrics Slow night so long, she's frenching out the flavour, She's 17 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 handing up and changing her story around I just don't know where leading ladies come from, I just don't know where they can be found. She's opened up just like she really knows me, I hate her face, but enjoy the company I'll take you home, or (guitartabs.cc)
